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“Curtains are our prisoners; they feel free only when they escape out of the windows and fly in the air freely! The moment they wave in the wind like a proud flag is the best moment of their lives!”

“Curtis Bane screamed and though I came around fast and fired in the same motion, he’d already pulled a heater and begun pumping metal at me. We both missed and I was empty, that drum clicking uselessly. I went straight at him. Happily, he too was out of bullets and I closed the gap and slammed the butt of the rifle into his chest. Should’ve knocked him down, but no. The bastard was squat and powerful as a wild animal, thanks to being a coke fiend, no doubt. He ripped the rifle from my grasp and flung it aside. He locked his fists and swung them up into my chin, and it was like getting clobbered with a hammer, and I sprawled into a row of trash cans. Stars zipped through my vision. A leather cosh dropped from his sleeve into his hand and he knew what to do with it all right. He swung it in a short chopping blow at my face and I got my left hand up and the blow snapped my two smallest fingers, and he swung again and I turned my head just enough that it only squashed my ear and you better believe that hurt, but now I’d drawn the sawback bayonet I kept strapped to my hip, a fourteen-inch grooved steel blade with notched and pitted edges—Jesus-fuck who knew how many Yankee boys the Kraut who’d owned it gashed before I did for him—and stabbed it to the guard into Bane’s groin. Took a couple of seconds for Bane to register it was curtains. His face whitened and his mouth slackened, breath steaming in the chill, his evil soul coming untethered. He had lots of gold fillings. He lurched away and I clutched his sleeve awkwardly with my broken hand and rose, twisting the handle of the blade side to side, turning it like a car crank into his guts and bladder, putting my shoulder and hip into it for leverage. He moaned in panic and dropped the cosh and pried at my wrist, but the strength was draining from him and I slammed him against the wall and worked the handle with murderous joy. The cords of his neck went taut and he looked away, as if embarrassed, eyes milky, a doomed petitioner gaping at Hell in all its fiery majesty. I freed the blade with a cork-like pop and blood spurted down his leg in a nice thick stream and he collapsed, folding into himself like a bug does when it dies.”

“Curvature of Information Primordial primary quality informs all reality, interconnecting and providing everything with adequate apparatuses to operate within the secondary (formerly primary) and tertiary (previously secondary) qualities. Space, with the objects in it, is the information we receive as presented to our senses. For instance, we can measure the length, depth, and width of anything, thinking that we measured the actual space. However, we measured nothingness enveloped by “information,” which creates space or reality presented to our senses. The underlying reality of everything always stays the same: nothingness in the Web of Information. The “volume” of anything is nothingness. Whenever we measure something, we measure the message, information, or appearance (illusion) of space enveloping nothingness. Nothingness is the actual “volume” (space) of anything, and the appearance is immaterial information occupying it. All the void “touched” by the Primordial Being and its “Force” is “contaminated” and cannot be treated as pure nothingness. The curvature of space is one of the consequences of this “programming.” We live in the Web of Information, which we experience as the “material” Universe. The Universe is the Web of Information. The curvature of space is, in fact, the curvature of information, not of space or matter. This reality, which is information, provides us with data about its qualities, properties, and features that we can analyze and measure. However, all that is an “illusion,” actually an objective reality, different from the reality we thought we lived in. Reality is a convention. Although our experience of reality may be the same despite the new knowledge, our understanding and concepts will most likely shift in ways unimagined before. The new understanding of reality requires and may cause a major paradigm shift, perhaps the largest one in the history of humankind. Unless obstructed by some natural cataclysmic events or wars, this paradigm shift may result in a new renaissance in society, science, and the arts like never before.”

“Curves, Clothes, Character (The Sonnet) Your abs won't last, your racks won't last, Eventually everything ends up in wrinkle. Polish the outside all you want but, All curves are crookery if the heart is wrinkled. Slimness is not the same as fitness, Skinship is not the same as kinship. Etiquettes don't elevate the world, Apparels don't bring liberty and leadership. Waste not the life on measuring your waist, All waist is waste if the backbone is malnourished. Fitness is fiction when shallowness runs rampant, All curves are filth if the being remains prejudiced. Curves and clothes have no bearing on character whatsoever. Better a character out of shape, than a shape without character.”

“Cus was my father but he was more than a father. You can have a father and what does it mean?—it doesn't really mean anything. Cus was my backbone . . . . He did everything for my best interest . . . . We'd spend all our time together, talk about things that, later on, would come back to me. Like about character, and courage. Like the hero and the coward: that the hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters.”

“Custom developed digital weapons, cyber weapons nowadays typically chain together a number of zero-day exploits that are targeted against the specific site, the specific target that they want to hit. But it depends, this level of sophistication, on the budget and the quality of the actor who's instigating the attack. If it's a country that's less poor or less sophisticated, it'll be a less sophisticated attack.”

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“Custom is a violent and treacherous school mistress. She, by little and lithe, slyly and unperceived, slips in the foot of her authority; but having by this gentle and humble beginning, with the benefit of time, fixed and established it, she then unmasks a furious and tyrannic countenance, against which we have no more the courage or the power so much as to lift up our eyes.”