You'll love it. He's always around, lovely man, I guess, but nothing to say. You now have access to all languages and patois, all the facts and contradictions of intergalactic history. Your mind can go anywhere, can become anyone's in any language, in any period. Eating, sleeping, and the nuisance of elimination are optional.
Old habits die hard.
Quaint, loggy, primitive, hopeless, soporific yet engaging as human life itself. I consider such fads endearing. Rethink, my new beauties. You'll find no virgins in Paradise - at least, not for long. Emily Dickinson, Winslow Homer, Joseph Cornell, and Vincent Van Gogh.