I used to complain quite a bit about the lack of introspection in other people. More recently, another possibility has struck me - maybe it was I who was engaging in excessive introspection. Sorta like having a buggy Garbage Collector for cyclic structures.

Of Sex and Marriage - "...it seems to me that we are talking ourselves to death."

The Pursuit of Happiness - "Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness."

We're all Big Babies - "The crucial difference is my grandfather's lack of self-consciousness, and that self-consciousness is a hallmark of the perpetual, infantilised adolescents we have all become, monsters of introspection hovering twitchily on the edge of self-obsession, occasionally aware that the life that exists only to be examined is barely manageable; barely, indeed, a life."

"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."

- Wilheim Stekel

Pick your battles. Of the injustices I witness, I do not always speak out. I believe in the conscientious pursuit of goals with actions and words, not redundant exercises in vanity.

The naive believe themselves omnipotent, while the dying believe themselves impotent - they are the only ones exempt from thought in action.

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This is a very interesting piece. It is a description of a typical plane flight, but with an emphasis on the technologies involved, much in the way science fiction typically does. It really highlights how science fiction can just be a style of writing, and not a genre in of itself. This point has previously been argued for Asimov's Bailey and Olivaw Robot series, which are detective novels written in the science fiction style.