"Poised midway between the unvisualizable cosmic vastness of curved spacetime and the dubious, shadowy flickerings of charged quanta, we human beings, more like rainbows and mirages than like raindrops or boulders, are unpredictable self-writing poems — vague, metaphorical, ambiguous, and sometimes exceedingly beautiful." - Douglas R. Hofstadter
"forces us to hallucinate a profound schism between....Her element still exists. A role, we are conned into playing. In the end, we are a result of chemical reactions, a dance we play inside the cranium. the architecture of self the unique flavor "