We shall have a procession of data that Science has excluded. Battalions of the accursed, captained by pallid data that I have exhumed, will march. You'll read them - or they'll march.

The fittest survive.

It is our expression that the flux between that which isn't and that which won't be, or the state that is commonly and absurdly called 'existence', is a rhythm…

My own pseudo-conclusion: That we've been damned by giants sound asleep, or by great scientific principles and abstractions that cannot realize themselves: tha…