Quotes About Evolution

Energy cannot be lost, only transformed; where do the words go?

I thought I might become someone else in time, grafted on to something better and stronger. And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.

It seems to me that being the right size for your world-- and knowing that both you and your world are not by any means fixed dimensions-- is a valuable clue to learning how to live.

And our madness-measure is always changing. Probably we are less tolerant of madness now than at any period in history. There is no place for it. Crucially, there is no time for it. Going mad takes time. Getting sane takes time.

It takes so little time to change a lifetime and it takes a lifetime to understand the change.

I don't like the word 'extinction' - it is alarmist That's because being wiped out is alarming, I said Don't be so tabloid, said Victor. Think of it as accelerated evolution.

Going mad is the beginning of a process, it's not meant to be the end result.

There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. That I am still an evangelist in the North, as well as the person who ran away. Perhaps for a while these two selves have been confused. I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out.

There was an ending - there always is - but the story went on past the ending - it always does.

What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end.

Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result.

One thing you notice about progress, kid, is that it doesn't happen to everyone.

Is it failure for morning to become afternoon?

All our faults, vanities, idiocies, prejudices, cruelty. Do you really want augmented humans, superhumans, uploaded humans, forever humans, with all the shit that comes with us? Morally and spiritually, we are barely crawling out of the sea onto dry land. We're not ready for the future you want. Have we ever been ready? said Victor. Progress is a series of accidents, of mistakes made in a hurry, of unforeseen consequences.

So the past, because it is the past, is only malleable where once it was flexible.

The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.

London is perpetual; a constant streaming present hurrying towards a receding future.

Very few people ever manage what nature manages without effort and mostly without fail. We don't know who we are or how to function, much less how to bloom. Blind nature. Homo Sapiens. Who's kidding whom?

This has been my difficulty. The difficulty with my life. Those well-built trig points, those physical determinants of parents, background, school, family, birth, marriage, death, love, work, are themselves as much in motion as I am. What should be stable, shifts. What I am told is solid, slips. The sensible strong ordinary world of fixity is folklore. The earth is not flat. Geometry cedes to algebra. The Greeks were wrong.

The more ingenious our apparatus, the coarser and more unskillful are our senses.

an animal, at the end of a few months, is what it will be all its life; and its species, at the end of a thousand years, is what it was in the first of those thousand years. Why is man alone subject to becoming an imbecile?

Sors de l'enfance, ami, revéille-toi!

Si queremos formar una institución duradera, no pensemos en hacerla eterna

How many centuries must have elapsed before men reached the point of seeing any other fire than that in the sky?