There are three schools of magic. One: state a tautology, then ring the changes on its corollaries; that's philosophy. Two: record many facts. Try to find a pattern. Then make a wrong guess as the next fact; that's science. Three: be aware that you live in a malevolent universe controlled by Murphy's Law, sometimes offset by Brewster's Factor; that's engineering.
I dream of the day when my bigotries can be judged by the content of their character, not the color of their ontology.
There is enough treachery, hatred, violence, absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day. The best at murder are those who preach against it. The best at hate are those who preach love. The best at war, finally, are those who preach peace. Those who preach god, need god. Those who preach peace do not have peace. Those who preach peace do not have love. Beware the preachers. Beware the knowers. Beware those who are always reading books. Beware those who either detest poverty, or are proud of it. Beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return. Beware those who are quick to censor; they are afraid of what they do not know. Beware those who seek constant crowds, for they are nothing alone. Beware the average man, the average woman; beware their love, their love is average, seeks average. There is genius in their hatred. There is enough genius in their hatred to kill you; to kill anybody. Not wanting solitude, they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own. Not being able to create art, they will not understand art. They will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world. Not being able to love fully, they will believe your love incomplete, and then they will hate you, and their hatred will be perfect. Like a shining diamond. Like a knife. Like a mountain. Like a tiger. Like hemlock. Their finest art.