The Planet Has Survived Everything,

I Hadn't Traveled With The Intention Of Learning About Anything Except Myself. And The Real Point Of All This Travel Was Not What I Had Come To Believe Or Disbelieve About The Wider World, But What I Had Learned About Myself.

She Had Been Living Like A Hermit Herself, In A Cramped, Seedy Apartment In Somerville, Spending Long Hours In The Lab. All-nighters Had Become A Regular Thing. She Didn't Have Any Close Friends, Didn't Go Out On Dates, Didn't Even Go To The Movies By Herself. She Had Sacrificed A Normal Life In Order To Get A Phd, And Become A Scientist.

Although Personally, I Think Cyberspace Means The End Of Our Species.

And That's How Things Are. A Day Is Like A Whole Life. You Start Out Doing One Thing, But End Up Doing Something Else, Plan To Run An Errand, But Never Get There. . . . And At The End Of Your Life, Your Whole Existence Has The Same Haphazard Quality, Too. Your Whole Life Has The Same Shape As A Single Day.

The Rock, For Its Part, Is Not Even Aware Of Our Existence Because We Are Alive For Only A Brief Instant Of Its Lifespan. To It, We Are Like Flashes In The Dark.