All these white folks that move to LA, they don't just come here looking for something. I think they also tryin' to get away from something. They are renouncing something about their white-bread Midwest world, and LA is the temple where they make the blood sacrifice to get their revenge.

He loved the game. The battle that raged inside each player's head. The little ball that sat motionless, defying you to hit it. No defenders, no game clock, no excuses. And maybe that's why the highs were so high and the lows felt so low. Could you in the moment quiet your thoughts and execute? It was glorious when you did!

Have we not already seen the cultural malaise of the past fifty years, as people living within this worldwide cargo cult have been divorced from the need to produce anything, as well as from the consequences of their own actions? They have incrementally been separated from the land, from their factories, from creating art, and now they even abandon marriage and reproduction.

Detective, what I'm trying to tell you is that there's no point in my being at this desk. Or anywhere else! We set it all into motion perfectly, and now the system itself can see to everything. It's like they're just keeping us around as... I don't know. Furniture? To occupy themselves? Learn from us? Or... maybe it's a form of tribute.

We are the ones who saw how perpetual motion, as realized by the Worker-Factory-Mechanic, could be the vanguard of an equitable future. All that was needed was a raw material capable of matching AI's tireless pace. We found it in that bountiful gift that comes from our dear Mother Earth: industrial-grade hemp.

A large banner above the teaching board read, 'Everything is racist. Everything else is a human right.

Remember and remember again, that in dark times all a man need do is seek the truth. Protect it and speak it. Then, even if he is a wanderer for years and years, righteousness shall survive while the tallest of castles crumble.

And then what? Kate would teach this baby words… in order to tell her how privileged she was? To start planting those seeds of doubt and self-recrimination before she'd even taken her first steps? Make this child question herself, rather than blossom confidently?

It's as if every classroom has its own pied piper luring children away from their parents, from their own desires--from whatever they'd known to be true before entering that school building. Who gave them the right to access our minds? Why did they think they had that authority? We were innocent children!

The best of that So Cal feeling really was something you wished you could bottle.

The United States of America as it had been known for centuries was no more. Transformed in the blink of an eye without consulting anyone, let alone by royal decree. And the people being overrun were expected not to mourn the loss of their homeland, but just roll over and fade away.

And I know that we won't be able to escape it in deep space, either. We might succeed in ignoring this doubt for a while--keep everyone so busy doing what it takes to build the ships to get us out there. But eventually the bustle ends, and then we're left with ourselves again. It'll be the loneliest revelation ever--half a million miles from home.

Modestianity exists today because there was a pressing need for a philosophy that looked at the present in order to face the future, rather than looking backward for guidance today.