This is what we must demand of our lives, of our objects, of our things, of our circumstances

It's full of us, full of our stuff, full of our waste, full of our demands.

It's full of us, it's full of our stuff, full of our waste, full of our demands.

The concept conjures of thoughts of our species, our planet and our civilization.

Of our victims

Of our love.

This is our vision, our aspirations of the future, our hopes, our dreams, our struggles and our fears.

It's part of our culture, it's part of our history.

We protect our fears and our attachments, our sense of vulnerability.

Here's our list of flights on our map.

Climate change is affecting our homes, our communities, our way of life.

is not the colors of our skin or the tenets of our faith or the origins of our names.

The source of our being and the end of our journey, you are also the breaker of our hearts.

Think of our forebears.

Mother of our Redeemer.

One of our graduates...

Each of our groups?

Out of our way!

They've been exposed to this idea of our society, of our prosperity.

As President of our country, and Commander in Chief of our military,

Sebastian None of our cars hear, and none of our cars honk.

None of it in our textbooks. None of this in our textbooks.

The first 2.5 of our population are our innovators.

It makes our recognition of our equal humanity difficult.

Now, remember our pretty printed version of our XML.

It would have been so much in accordance with the wisdom of life, which consists in putting out of sight all the reminders of our folly, of our weakness, of our mortality all that makes against our efficiency the memory of our failures, the hints of our undying fears, the bodies of our dead friends.

It's our tendency to overestimate our likelihood of experiencing good events in our lives and underestimate our likelihood of experiencing bad events.

And yet, our career is only one means of expressing our gifts, one means of fulfilling our passions.

That neither of our boring rings will fit inside of our cutting path

Imagine if our buildings, our bridges, machines, all of our bricks could actually compute.

I tried to take our dog out of our house.

The next 13.5 of our population are our early adopters.

Getting over our fear of riding bikes. Making our beds.

Grown sick to our stomachs, and sick of our lives.

Our mission is to assure the continuity of our species.

We're confident of our victory.

That's none of our business.

And our ancestors of old?

Or our fathers of yore?

Or our fathers of yore?

It's part of our life.

She's one of our jailers.

That's one of our equations.

'the year of our lord'

Poor sacrifices of our enmity!