Book: On the other side of the rift

"I" breaks down into "we".

Angels do not keep talking with ants.

We are sure that all figured out, unravel all the mysteries, and then someone runs into a tiny little facts that don't fit into the paradigm. When we try to patch the crack, it only grows, and there'll be time collapses the whole picture of the world. It happened not once, not twice. Today, the mass limit, tomorrow is a necessity. Things we like are known, they change, Dix. And we must change with them.

Encapsulated souls. Of the tumor. Hiding in the bone cavities, fixated on yourself.

Names are not important. They're just temporary carriers, and nothing more; all biomass used interchangeably. What is more important: nothing more from me no more. Everything else shattered the world.