Often I Feel I Go To Some

We Live In A World Of Frightful Givens. It Is Given That You Will Behave Like This, Given That You Will Care About That. No One Thinks About The Givens. Isn't It Amazing? In The Information Society, Nobody Thinks. We Expected To Banish Paper, But We Actually Banished Thought.

You Think You Can Destroy The Planet? What Intoxicating Vanity. . . . . We've Been Residents Here For The Blink Of An Eye. If We're Gone Tomorrow, The Earth Will Not Miss Us.

But Complex Animals Had Obtained Their Adaptive Flexibility At Some Cost--they Had Traded One Dependency For Another. It Was No Longer Necessary To Change Their Bodies To Adapt, Because Now Their Adaptation Was Behavior, Socially Determined. That Behavior Required Learning. In A Sense, Among Higher Animals Adaptive Fitness Was No Longer Transmitted To The Next Generation By Dna At All. It Was Now Carried By Teaching.

A Hundred Years From Now, People Will Look Back On Us And Laugh. They'll Say, 'you Know What People Used To Believe? They Believed In Photons And Electrons. Can You Imagine Anything So Silly?' They'll Have A Good Laugh, Because By Then There Will Be Newer Better Fantasies... And Meanwhile, You Feel The Way The Boat Moves? That's The Sea. That's Real. You Smell The Salt In The Air? You Feel The Sunlight On Your Skin? That's All Real. Life Is Wonderful. It's A Gift To Be Alive, To See The Sun And Breathe The Air. And There Isn't Really Anything Else.

Grant Knew That People Could Not Imagine Geological Time. Human Life Was Lived On Another Scale Of Time Entirely. An Apple Turned Brown In A Few Minutes. Silverware Turned Black In A Few Days. A Compost Heap Decayed In A Season. A Child Grew Up In A Decade. None Of These Everyday Human Experiences Prepared People To Be Able To Imagine The Meaning Of Eighty Million Years - The Length Of Time That Had Passed Since This Little Animal Had Died.