What he yearned for at that moment, vaguely but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-powering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word!

Never invest much for others
But most for singular you!

I insist that there is nothing sacred in the life of an invader, and there is no valid principle of human society that forbids the invaded to protect themselves in whatever way they can.

But I have to warn you that this is the word—‘politics’—that nerds use whenever they feel impatient about the human realities of an organization.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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