Radar is too long in the tooth for fine detail.

You are. I'm just fatalistically cheerful. We all come into the story halfway through, we all catch up as best we can, and we're all gonna die before it ends.

What's the difference between being dead, and just not knowing you're alive?

What's the survival value of obsessing on a sunset?

People aren't rational. We're not thinking machines, we're - we're feeling machines that happen to think.

There's no such things as survival of the fittest. Survival of the most adequate, maybe. It doesn't matter whether a solution's optimal. All that matters is whether it beats the alternative.

Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.