December 2010
“Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.”
- Vladimir Nabokov
“What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable”
