There is one KNOWS not what sweet MYSTERY about this sea, whose gently AWFUL stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.

I choose to believe that we are addicted to the rush of being offended, the idea of it, rather than BELIEVING we have become a nation of emasculated CHILDREN whose only DEFENSE against an ABYSS of emotional agony is a trigger warning.

You can't assess the value of an INNOVATION in ISOLATION, you have to CONSIDER WHOSE hands it's in.