The day the flesh shapes and the flesh the day shapes. - Frank Herbert

Can you remember your first taste of spice?” “It tasted like cinnamon.” “But never twice the same,” he said. “It’s like life — it presents a different face each time you take it. Some hold that the spice produces a learned-flavor reaction. The body, learning a thing is good for it, interprets the flavor as pleasurable — slightly euphoric. And, like life, never to be truly synthesized.

We accept too damned many things on the explanations of people who could have good reasons for lying.

Respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality.