(July 8, 2011 at 12:50 am)Moros Synackaon Wrote: I wish thinking wasn't so tiring.
Granted, your brain is now infused with methamphetamine, and every time a thought fires through your neurons, you starting tweaking hard on crystal meth.
I wish Santa Claus was real.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell