As a scientist, I am not sure anymore that life can be reduced to a class struggle, to dialectical materialism, or any set of formulas. Life is spontaneous and it is unpredictable, it is magical. I think that we have struggled so hard with the tangible that we have forgotten the intangible.
I went up the stairs cautiously, not able to use my hands.
The most erroneous stories are those we think we know best - and therefore never scrutinize or question.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in life.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.
When everyone is against you, it means that you are absolutely wrong-- or absolutely right.