我们的房屋越充满光明，墙壁上就越渗透出幽灵。
Boundaries define us. They define what is me and what is not me. A boundary shows me where I end and someone else begins, leading me to a sense of ownership.
The cybernetic exchange between man, computer and algorithm is like a game of musical chairs: The frantic search for balance always leaves one of the three standing ill at ease.
The psychologist must study the mind as it is, not as it ought to be.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.