Tormentas de estrellas Sobre el fragor de las olas... ¿Nos mojaremos, amor? - David Brin

A sane being wished for peace and serenity, not to be the mortar in which the ingredients of destiny are finely ground.

Each of us remains convinced that our own subjective viewpoint is more urgent than anyone else’s — indeed, even more valid than the objective matrix that underlies so-called reality. After all, the subjective view is a grand theater. Each of us gets to be hero of an ongoing drama. It’s why ideologies and bigotries survive against all evidence or logic.

So if it appears that my argument supports the necessity of lawyers, please accept that I say it with reluctant awareness that things would be worse without them.