We’ll all say that. We’ll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it’s all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we’ll be here, and we’ll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

Many of the technologies we've invented are necessary to keep 6.5 billion people alive. We can't go back from that, so we need to decarbonize really rapidly.

Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire... Life is wanting.

We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.

It's fragile what we know. It's gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.

None of us know our real names.

You can't get any movement larger than five people without including at least one flippin idiot.