We spend our lives on a thin slice between the unimaginably small scales of the atoms that compose us and the infinitely large scales of galaxies.
David EaglemanThe three-pound organ in your skull - with its pink consistency of Jell-o - is an alien kind of computational material. It is composed of miniaturized, self-configuring parts, and it vastly outstrips anything we've dreamt of building.
David EaglemanAmong all the creatures of creation, the gods favor us: We are the only ones who can empathize with their problems.
David Eagleman