We Are All Geniuses Up To The

Everybody Strains After Happiness, And The Result Is That Nobody's Happy.

Hug Me Till You Drug Me, Honey; Kiss Me Till I'm In A Coma.

Specialized Meaninglessness Has Come To Be Regarded, In Certain Circles, As A Kind Of Hallmark Of True Science.

Our Goal Is To Discover That We Have Always Been Where We Ought To Be

Technological Progress Has Merely Provided Us With More Efficient Means For Going Backwards.