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“It took me a while to figure it out, but it was faster after I got around that mental block. Walk or die, that's the moral of this story. Simple as that. It's not survival of the physically fittest, that's where I went wrong when I let myself get into this. If it was, I'd have a fair chance. But there are weak men who can lift cars if their wives are pinned underneath. The brain, Garraty. It isn't man or God. It's something... in the brain.”

“The uneducated brain is like a sponge that has been bound tightly with cords. It can absorb almost nothing! Everything we read cuts one of those binding cords and allows the brain to expand, absorb more, interrelate better and have a broader interpretation of the world. It's time to cut those binding cords and let our brains grow totheri full potential. Read!”

“If the bible comes and peddles phobia, I'll burn such bible to ashes. If the koran comes and peddles violence, I'll tear up such koran to pieces. If the vedas come and peddle superstition, I'll crush such filth to pulp with my foot. If the constitution comes and peddles war, As concerned parent I'll grab their makers, And spank out all their dormant good. Even if some two-bit God comes, And peddles division, I'll divide him so many times, Even to his apostles, He'll bear no recognition. And a little word of advise to those, Priming their guns, swords and tridents. When a volcano erupts, Insects are supposed to run, Not hide behind bows, arrows and bibles. Brain is mightier than bullets, Heart is mightier than the homunculus. When a 3 pound brain falls on bigoted bugs, There is no running, only burning to cinders.”

“I don't know what's wrong with me, really. It's nothing, but it's also all-encompassing. I feel strangely empty, devoid of though and energy. I am not sure where my days go, but they go. Every single thing I must do--any hint of a demand--grinds against me. I don't know what I'd do in that time should I ever achieve that perfect aloneness. I like to think I would read, but in truth I would probably sleep. I don't have the attention for anything, really. My brain feels entirely separate from me. It is empty, but it also cannot take any more in. It seems that it's a useless organ, endlessly refusing to notice what I want it to notice. It will not engage. It just glances off everything, a pale beam.”