The Confusion (The Baroque Cycle, #2)

by Neal Stephenson

The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.

“For confusion is a kind of bewitchment—a moment when what we supposed we understood loses its form and runs together and becomes one with other things that, though they might have had different outward forms, shared the same inward nature.”

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from a yo-yo,” Enoch said.