It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.
If evolution was worth its salt, by now it should've evolved something better than survival of the fittest. I think a better idea would be survival of the wittiest.
A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?
Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent.
Reality is just a collective hunch.
I worry that our lives are like soap operas. We can go for months and not tune in to them, then six months later we look in and the same stuff is still going on.