Humans withdraw to their homes, and surrender the night to the creatures that own it: the crickets, the owls, the snakes. A world that hasn't changed for hundreds of thousands of years wakes up, and carries on as if the daylight and the humans and the changes to the landscape have all been an illusion.

Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past.

To have any kind of a future you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past.

Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.

Humans withdraw to their homes, and surrender the night to the creatures that own it: the crickets, the owls, the snakes. A world that hasn't changed for hundreds of thousands of years wakes up, and carries on as if the daylight and the humans and the changes to the landscape have all been an illusion.

Every end is the beginning of something else.

Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.