Whatever others speak about you never mind!
Are they going to speak about the things which you don't know about yourself?
Only you know yourself better than others!

Why does anybody do anything?" Mimi asked impatiently. "Most of the time we don't know--any of us.

If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we&#39;d see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.

It's daytime. A wall of billowing orange flame grows up silently from the tank farm a mile away, like a time-lapse chrysanthemum. It is so vast and complicated in its blooming, uncontrolled growth that Rife stops halfway up the stairs to watch.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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