Status Updates From De l'origine des espèces

‘We live in different universes—We love each other’s shadows but do not know—By these coincidences—thought starts to shift. I assume you’ve heard of sickle cells—mutant red blood cells—severe anaemia, & yet they’re also an effective buffer against a disease endemic to the region where sickle cells originate. This makes me think that maybe my condition, too, exists for a reason—You probably recall my love of darkness’

‘The song echoing—went like this: ‘This is the sacred learning—passed down by our ancestors—Do not let this song end. Do not shirk your duty to transmit this song to the next generations—Our ancestors who were far greater than us, did everything in their power to fight them.’ We can’t hear the songs of whales, but their music can cross the Pacific Ocean & reach the ends of the earth. Low sounds resonate much further’

—ontogeny repeats phylogeny—cells—continue to be born & die at every instant—old cells die—new ones appear to fill—gaps—All creatures—die & are reborn several times during their lives. This tendency for creatures to metamorphose—Instead of birds/horses, people separated from their lovers—become flowers, or ossify into stones—like Mangbuseok. When the tiger spoke, I was stunned—I had nothing to offer by way of reply.’

i don't really like it i think uuuh

Je ne pensais pas autant aimer ce livre j’ai tout le temps envie d’y revenir tant il a piqué ma curiosité

‘These youths have put us on the verge of chaos—Because they can calculate the probability of one in a hundred million, they’re able to bring forth things with the tiniest probability of existence. Every person has a certain statistical probability of existing. My probability may be lower, yours higher. But we both exist. Human beings should be seen as continuous waveforms rather than as independent entities.’

‘He could change or destroy the world. He could love/hate/kill. But then there I’d be, suddenly part of his spacetime. He wouldn’t necessarily meet me—The entire human race, once headed toward a non-deterministic future, is suddenly enslaved by destiny and living like robots that function according to an algorithm. Suppose one—doesn’t even have to be human—travels through time? An intermediate state between 0 and 1’