In Fact, A Sense Of Essence Is,

What Is An "i", And Why Are Such Things Found (at Least So Far) Only In Association With, As Poet Russell Edson Once Wonderfully Phrased It, "teetering Bulbs Of Dread And Dream" - That Is, Only In Association With Certain Kinds Of Gooey Lumps Encased In Hard Protective Shells Mounted Atop Mobile Pedestals That Roam The World On Pairs Of Slightly Fuzzy, Jointed Stilts?

Sometimes It Seems As Though Each New Step Towards Ai, Rather Than Producing Something Which Everyone Agrees Is Real Intelligence, Merely Reveals What Real Intelligence Is Not.

Some Of Us, Perhaps All Of Us, Believe That It Is Legitimate To Kill Enemy Soldiers In A War, As If War Were A Special Circumstance That Shrinks The Sizes Of Enemy Souls.

The Proverbial German Phenomenon Of The Verb-at-the-end About Which Droll Tales Of Absentminded Professors Who Would Begin A Sentence, Ramble On For An Entire Lecture, And Then Finish Up By Rattling Off A String Of Verbs By Which Their Audience, For Whom The Stack Had Long Since Lost Its Coherence, Would Be Totally Nonplussed, Are Told, Is An Excellent Example Of Linguistic Recursion.

Irrationality Is The Square Root Of All Evil.