Ever get the feeling that sometime early in your life there must have been a briefing that you missed?
I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.
Man will have replicated his own intelligence not when he teaches a computer to reason but when he teaches a computer to have a nagging feeling in its circuits.
Every day I go forth to seek my identity, feeling greatly blessed by the things I don't find it in.
Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.
