I agree completely with my son James when he says &#39;Internet is like electricity. The latter lights up everything, while the former lights up knowledge&#39;.

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

One more in a long line, a dreary entity among many others like him, an almost endless number of brain-damaged retards. Biological life goes on, he thought. But the soul, the mind—everything else is dead. A reflex machine. Like some insect. Repeating doomed patterns, a single pattern, over and over now. Appropriate or not.

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