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“Out of the darkness beneath the shallow, weedy stream of his being rose a question, a question that looked up dimly and never reached the surface. It was the question of the wonder of the beauty, the purposeless, inconsecutive beauty, that falls so strangely among the happenings and memories of life. It never reached the surface of his mind, it never took to itself substance or from; it looked up merely as the phantom of a face might look, out of deep waters, and sank again into nothingness.”
― H.G. Wells, Kipps

“Who was I? Was I, I?”
― Luigi Pirandello, One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand

“. . . if we lack resources within ourselves, we cease to grow intellectually, morally, and spiritually. And when we cease to grow, we begin to die.”
― Mortimer J. Adler, How to Read a Book: The Classic Guide to Intelligent Reading

“We were witnessing the dawn of the posthuman era. The Singularity by way of simulacra and simulation.”
― Ernest Cline, Ready Player Two