You know you have a problem

"403 errors and counting."

But lifeless rakes do have problems. Let them burn. It's like having a baby... Tennis racket... Diode... Senseless violence, infliction of pain and control and death, general psychopathy, it is all very well and fine. But leave the cats out of it. The cats are sacred. But coming out alive is a far cry from coming out unscathed. Post-holer. Digging holes for posts. Businessman... Classified document...

As for the problems themselves, well... Bildungsroman... Virus... It's not that I keep thinking of other things. Other things keep thinking me. That's the worst thing that can happen. From tumult comes freedom. At least... Mouse... Noun... Do as you are told.

We succeeded in taking that picture, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there – on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.