Evolution is a tinkerer.

What man seeks, to the point of anguish, in his gods, in his art, in his science, is meaning. He cannot bear the void. He pours meaning on events like salt on his food.

I had turned my anxiety into my profession.

One of the deepest functions of a living organisms is to look ahead… to produce future.

For me, this world of questions and the provisional, this chase after an answer that was always put off to the next day, all that was euphoric. I lived in the future.