1.	A few days ago I ran across an old essay I wrote about using the Internet to search for a Charles Ives symphony and finding a Burl Ives folk song that I used to dance to when I was three years old! That is the power of the Internet, it can reach through forty-five years of cruft and find the dancing baby that I used to be. He still remembers how to dance. What joy.
2.	That's why simple stories about people and love are so powerful. Our reasoning bodies, our intellects, are relatively powerless; compared to the power of memory, the subconscious. If the intellect is a skinny stick figure standing on the side of a narrow road, the subconscious is a 16-wheel semi-truck barreling down the road at 90 miles per hour. Think of the stick figure waving and signalling, "Slow down slow down," and the truck keeps on going as if nothing were happening (nothing is happening).
3.	We're fooled into thinking that any of our debates mean anything. The world will keep on doing what it's doing; as long as we're on the sidelines, hey, we might as well have a little fun.