Kindle Notes & Highlights
There were surely enough galaxies in the universe that I could have at least a few to myself.
It would be apropos, I thought, if the universe was the dream of some god, possessing of yet another neural network running on a higher-level classical computer in some hyperspace.
Wasn’t love the same way? Eternal? People fell out of feeling the love, but love wasn’t an animal. Love couldn’t die. It was still there… always still there… waiting to be felt.
There was no good way to compare quantity of lived experience.
