I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child's paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed. I went to sch….

Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than anything real..

The vaunted experience of age was perhaps only a matter of wounds and scarring -- that young minds to old minds might be as young bodies to old bodie….

In an expanding universe, order is not really order, but merely the difference between the actual entropy exhibited and the maximum entropy possible..

Economics was like psychology, a pseudoscience trying to hide that fact with intense theoretical hyperelaboration. And gross domestic product was one….

But lies were what people wanted; that was politics..

And in this curious state I had the realization, at the moment of seeing that stranger there, that I was a person like everybody else. That I was kno….

Easier to destroy the world than to change capitalism even one little bit..

What we need is equality without conformity..

You can only kill disappointment with a new try..

It is easy to live multiple lives! What is hard is to be a whole person.

Utopia is the process of making a better world, the name for one path history can take, a dynamic, tumultuous, agonizing process, with no end. Strugg….

We all have secret lives. The life of excretion; the world of inappropriate sexual fantasies; our real hopes, our terror of death; our experience of ….

And because we are alive, the universe must be said to be alive. We are its consciousness as well as our own. We rise out of the cosmos and we see it….

The world operates by number, by physical laws, expressed mathematically. If you know these, you will have a better grasp of things. And some possibl….

A sudden gust: How big the world seems in a wind..

The word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water. (Bistami) Pg. 128.

History was like some vast thing that was always over the tight horizon, invisible except in its effects. It was what happened when you weren't looki….

That's libertarians for you - anarchists who want police protection from their slaves..

We dream, we wake on a cold hillside, we pursue the dream again. In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends..

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are….