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

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.

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

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

Radar is too long in the tooth for fine detail.

It’s not in the nature of the lamb to mourn the lion.

Perfect hexagonal tubes in a packed array. Bees are hard-wired to lay them down, but how does an insect know enough geometry to lay down a precise hexagon? It doesn't. It's programmed to chew up wax and spit it out while turning on its axis, and that generates a circle. Put a bunch of bees on the same surface, chewing side-by-side, and the circles abut against each other - deform each other into hexagons, which just happen to be more efficient for close packing anyway.