progress is when the indicator of a bad day shifts from struggling to drag yourself out of bed to struggling to lift weights.
“We begin by saying: this is how machines work. Then, almost without noticing, we say: this is what intelligence is. And then, more dangerously still: perhaps this is what we are.”
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“Then in a moment, in an infinitesimal second, the moment that divides day from dawn, that other moment that divides dawn from morning, perhaps that moment that divides early morning from exact morning, will intercede.”
—H.D.



























