This is our world, and we must make the best of it.
The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.
We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.
Postmodernity is said to be a culture of fragmentary sensations, eclectic nostalgia, disposable simulacra, and promiscuous superficiality, in which the traditionally valued qualities of depth, coherence, meaning, originality, and authenticity are evacuated or dissolved amid the random swirl of empty signals.
Illusion is no longer possible, because the real is no longer possible.
What I am, I don't know. I am the simulacrum of myself.
History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history.
The body is the garden of the soul.
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
Those who govern must see how the people react to administration. Ultimately, the people are the final arbiters.
Arrogance is an utterly appropriate weapon to use against a hostile world, a world in which arrogance is feared and respected, even if, like mine, it's only feigned.