I was talking with my neuroscientist roommate Spencer about some ideas of brain chips, and I remembered this journal entry of mine:
Oh great mystery, external master of this simulation, speak your thoughts with my words. For now I ask a difficult and personal question, and I always want more objective input. The question is: Are you afraid of being a failure in the future? I pondered this question a few nights ago, dear friend, and as I kept thinking I became less and less concerned.