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The People Who Listened To Rock 'n' Roll, I Thought, Were Bound Together Against The People Who Didn't Listen To Rock 'n' Roll. That, Of Course, Didn't Work At All. Your Taste In Rock 'n' Roll Does Not Say Anything About You, Morally Or Otherwise.

I Like The Idea Of A Book Being A Democratic Space Which Readers Enter, Carrying Their Own Thoughts, And Participate In A Conversation, Or Experience Of Grace.

I Cannot Stand That Whole Game Of Confession, That Is: Here I Have Sinned, Now I'm Confessing My Sins, And Describing My Path Of Sin And Then In The Act Of Confession I Beg For Your Forgiveness And Redemption.

One Of The Many Conditions That Have To Be Met For A Brain To Become A Mind, And Therefore Have Consciousness, Is 'the Analog I' Around Which All The Simultaneous Inflow Of Sensations And Stimulations Are Reflected And Organized.

There Are Moments In Life When It Is All Turned Inside Out--what Is Real Becomes Unreal, What Is Unreal Becomes Tangible, And All Your Levelheaded Efforts To Keep A Tight Ontological Control Are Rendered Silly And Indulgent.