Hope is a psychological mechanism unaffected by external realities.
Reality is a crutch for people who can’t handle science fiction.
Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.
That we are capable only of being what we are remains our unforgivable sin.
There is no magic. There is only knowledge, more or less hidden.
When a gift is deserved, it is not a gift but a payment.