"Imagine. The Earth is 4.54 billion years old. If you’re lucky you’ll live to be 100 years old. Every mountain you can climb today will one day be gone. New mountains will be born. Every sea you can swim in today will one day be gone. New seas will form. Your life is the only thing you can ever lay any claim to… and it’s a fragile claim at best. It’s not yours to own. It was given to you without your asking and will be taken from you without your permission. But, imagine. Out of 4.54 billion years of a human-dreamt history, here you are… If you don’t believe in miracles, you don’t look in the mirror often."

"Learning is less about cognition than recognition—something we hear or read about strikes us immediately as true, as if we had always known it but were only now remembering."

"my roots are strong and deep/i’m swaying in your breeze
my limbs stretch out to meet you/you’ve got me on my knees
i stand tall/my feet are on the ground
but compared to you i’m small/the things you need you just surround
you’re wrapped around the earth/you circle it with air
you’re trapped inside the core/with hot lava hair
i wish you could sprout, but you can’t stick your neck out
i want you climbing on my limbs, but i’m just stumped by your whims"

"Strange as it may seem there are even men among us who think, like Epicurus, that the soul dies with the body. Mankind are great fools, and will believe anything."