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The Trouble With Fulfilling Your Ambitions Is You Think You Will Be Transformed Into Some Sort Of Archangel And You're Not. You Still Have To Wash Your Socks.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms. You Blush In Each Other's Presence, You Both Hover In Places Where You Expect The Other To Pass, You Are Both A Little Tongue-tied, You Both Laugh Inexplicably And Too Long, You Become Quite Nauseatingly Girlish, And He Becomes Quite Ridiculously Gallant. You Have Also Grown A Little Stupid.

It's Stupid To Claim That One Human Being Is Special, Or Picked Out By God, When In Fact There Are Hundreds Of Millions Of Human Beings In The World, And God Knows How Many Millions Of People Long Dead Who Have Been Lost To History, All Of Whom Were Probably Special To Someone.

What Keeps Me Going Is My Children.

...but Then The General Trouble With Ignorance Is Always That The Ignorant Person Has No Idea That That's What They Are. You Can Be Ignorant And Stupid And Go Through Your Whole Life Without Ever Encountering Any Evidence Against The Hypothesis That You're A Genius.