Life! Don't talk to me about life!

The single raindrop never feels responsible for the flood.

There is a piece of me that likes to fondly imagine my maverick and rebellious nature, but, more accurately, I like to have a nice and cosy institution that I can rub up against a little bit.

For millions of years, on average, one species became extinct every century.... We are now heaving more than a thousand different species of animals and plants off the planet every year.

The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?