The world’s smartest man poses no more threat to me than does its smartest termite.
The world just shrunk to the size of a ping-pong ball.
What we observe as material bodies and forces are nothing but shapes and vibrations in the structure of space.
When I first became aware of time, it was like falling into a river.
Since the moment I knew my life would go on forever, I knew I would forever be alone.
Thermo-dynamic miracles… events with odds against so astronomical they’re effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing.
In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon.
A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there’s no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?
Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.
The world’s smartest man means no more to me than the world’s smartest termite.
I am simultaneously both frightened and exhilarated by the possibility of your presence.
Thermodynamic miracles… events with odds against so astronomical they’re effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing.
Within 12 months, we’ll be wondering why we were so disordered by what we’re disorderly about.
I feel fear for the last time.
I’m finished with humanity. From here on out, live out your miserable lives in peace!
The world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget… I forget.
For me, time has become a flat circle.
Without condoning or condemning, I understand.
The true miracle is not to walk on water or in thin air, but to walk on Earth.
The roaring speed of light’s stupendous glare is brilliant and terrible, fine and terrible.
I am losing interest in this world.
The prospect of publicizing my reemergence appeals to me.
I used to be such a happy little boy.
In the beginning, there were these little dots of hot light… Dust to dust…
I don’t think I’ve been fully reconstructed on the molecular level for a while.
Each human body consists of roughly 37 trillion cells. Each cell is autonomous with initiative and will. Every cell is an entity unto itself, a microcosm.
You have no idea how alone I am.
I long to return to the surface of creation.
I’m disappointed you didn’t do more with the infinite potential of human experience.
I could simply look down, and will myself to fly.
I think he means to murder me in front of you as a lesson.
The bad is me, and for the record, it’s not just your version of Mars I’ve been thinking about.
Unfamiliar territory holds a particular kind of thrill.
What keeps you up staring into the black of the mirror?
What is life but an abstraction?
The cold embrace of matter in the void of space. It adorns us… defines us.
I have seen the future… the world is already dead.
From Mars, I can see everything.
To be alive is to be aware.
Every claim I’ve ever made comes from observing the world as I see it.
I do have a certain fondness for the gangster aesthetic.
The past, present and future are all happening simultaneously.
Is it a dream? Or a dream of a dream?
I can no longer tell the difference between the passing of time and its stopping.
What if I’m the only possibility of success?
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