Patterns, ratios, indexes, whole maps of information. I love information. This is our sweetness and light. It’s a fuckall wonder.
People in free societies don’t have to fear the pathology of the state. We create our own frenzy,
our own mass convulsions, driven by thinking machines that we have no final authority over. The
frenzy is barely noticeable most of the time. It’s simply how we live.
He did this to make certain he
could not accept her offer of financial help. The gesture had touched him but it was necessary to
resist, of course, or die in his soul. But this wasn’t the only reason to piss away her birthright. He
was making a gesture of his own, a sign of ironic final binding. Let it all come down. Let them
see each other pure and lorn. This was the individual’s revenge on the mythical couple.