I worry that humanity has been "advanced" to its present level of incompetency because evolution works on the Peter Principle.

Sex is such a personal thing - why do we insist on sharing it with another person?

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.

Of all the things we've learned, we still haven't learned where did this desire to want to know come from?

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.

It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.

Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.