The true evolutionary epic, retold as poetry, is as intrinsically ennobling as any religious epic.

If we lose half the species, which could happen by the end of the century if we don't do anything, that's going to create a big difference down the line in the stability and even the economic potential in the living world. Irreversibly.

Old beliefs die hard even when demonstrably false.

The cutting of primeval forest and other disasters, fueled by the demands of growing human populations, are the overriding threat to biological diversity everywhere.

Genius is the summed production of the many with the names of the few attached for easy recall.

We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom. The world henceforth will be run by synthesizers, people able to put together the right information at the right time, think critically about it, and make important choices wisely.

In the end ... success or failure will come down to an ethical decision, one on which those now living will be judged for generations to come.