No Matter How Much We

Intelligence Takes Chances With Limited Data In An Arena Where Mistakes Are Not Only Possible But Also Necessary.

To Suspect Your Own Mortality Is To Know The Beginning Of Terror, To Learn Irrefutably That You Are Mortal Is To Know The End Of Terror.

We Faced It And Did Not Resist. The Storm Passed Through Us And Around Us. It's Gone, But We Remain.

Anything Outside Yourself, This You Can See And Apply Your Logic To It. But It's A Human Trait That When We Encounter Personal Problems, These Things Most Deeply Personal Are The Most Difficult To Bring Out For Our Logic To Scan. We Tend To Flounder Around, Blaming Everything But The Actual, Deep-seated Thing That's Really Chewing On Us.

Madness In Method, That's Genius