Everything
Ray Kurzweil
does is
driven by
a deep
fear of
dying.
He eats
200 pills
a day to
ward off
death &
plans to
one day
construct
something
resembling
his dead
father with
the help
of DNA
from his
grave bones.
This terror
of dying
rendered
Kurzweil
a spiritual
mutant long
before he
began making
plans to
turn himself
into a
tangle of
hardware
a pumping
heart &
artificial
intelligence
that will
live forever.
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I’ve been
offered a
job sitting
behind a
two-way mirror
watching killers
get interrogated.
All I
have to
do is
drink black
coffee chain
smoke &
make observations.
The pay’s
good I
get a
government
car to
drive complete
medical &
two weeks
paid vacation.
I’m not
sure this
is what
I want
to do
with the
rest of
my life,
but I
have an
uneasy
feeling
that if
I turn
it down,
bad things
will happen.
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I rewrote
history but
couldn’t land
a publisher.
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I’m least
unhappy when
I stop
trying to
belong.
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There are
a number
of places
on the
human body
where if
hit hard
enough kill
instantly.
You don’t
need a
black belt
in karate
to do
this.
All you
need is
an overwhelming
desire to
hurt someone.
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Long after
names places
& causes
have been
erased
from memory
grief &
resentment
remain,
like headless
horsemen,
their mounts
galloping
thru the
dark night
of a
forgotten past.
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