Petals floating by, Drift through my woman’s hand, As she remembers me. — David Brin

He wasn’t afraid of dying, only of having not done all he could, and not properly spitting in the eye of death when it came for him. That final gesture was important.

“Where there is mind, there is always solution,” Keneenk taught. All problems contained the elements of their answer.

What point was there in pursuing an ever-elusive popularity?