I remembered, and my heart leaped with a kind of Proustian joy while Time tolled about me like a bell...
Oh, come on; you're a machine too. We're both systems, we're both matter with sentience. What makes you think we have more choice than you in the way we think? Or that you have so little? We're all programmed. We all have our inheritance. You have rather more than us, and it's more chaotic, that's all.
An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.
The USA is so enormous, and so numerous are its schools, colleges, and religious seminaries, many devoted to special religious beliefs ranging from the unorthodox to the dotty, that we can hardly wonder at its yielding a more bounteous harvest of gobbledigook than the rest of the world put together.
The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
Arguing on the internet is like running in the Special Olympics. You may win, but you're still retarded.