Women. They are a complete mystery.

Without imperfection, you or I would not exist.

We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldnt want to meet. I imagine they might exist in massive ships, having used up all the resources from their home planet. Such advanced aliens would perhaps become nomads, looking to conquer and colonize whatever planets they can reach.

The universe doesn't allow perfection.

thus, in a sense, we are all doomed. even if we stay away from black holes

Because imaginary time behaves like another direction in space, histories in imaginary time can be closed surfaces, like the surface of the Earth, with no [existential] beginning or end.

I think the next century will be the century of complexity.