The Atlas Paradox

“Why does anyone lie about anything? Because lies are convenient,” he answered for her, “and truths are stupid, and doing anything for any reason is based on a random series of choices built on a self-serving morality that ensures that the species survives.”

Death, death is what makes us what we are, which is alive. Mortality, those clever little brackets. Births and deaths, beginnings and ends.

All of humanity shared a single, dismal imagination: fires and floods, locusts and plagues. The Earth casting us out from her rotten, despoiled Eden.