Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

What boy my age didn’t dream of fleeing the well-tended lawn and lamp-lit street for the untamed wilderness, where grand adventure awaited on the other side of the horizon, where the stars burned undimmed in the velvet sky above his head and the virgin ground lay untrodden beneath his feet?

You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected

Human beings are remarkably resilient. When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima. In short, we endure.