supposing that the planet earth were not a sphere but a gigantic coffee table, how much difference in everyday life would that make?
To think that each skull once had skin and flesh and was stuffed with gray matter—in varying quantities—teeming with thoughts of food and sex and dominance. All now vanished.
“Everyone may be ordinary, but they’re not normal.”
“The mind is nothing you use,” I say. “The mind is just there. It is like the wind. You simply feel its movements.”