Yet As Human Beings We Have To

We Are Not Angels, We Are Merely Sophisticated Apes. Yet We Feel Like Angels Trapped Inside The Bodies Of Beasts, Craving Transcendence And All The Time Trying To Spread Our Wings And Fly Off, And It's Really A Very Odd Predicament To Be In, If You Think About It.

If We Knew About The Real Facts And Statistics Of Mortality, We’d Be Terrified.

What Do We Mean By "knowledge" Or "understanding"? And How Do Billions Of Neurons Achieve Them? These Are Complete Mysteries. Admittedly, Cognitive Neuroscientists Are Still Very Vague About The Exact Meaning Of Words Like "understand," "think," And Indeed The Word "meaning" Itself.

Without Ducking Responsibility, What's Wrong With Medicine Today Is That It Is Predicated On Providing Treatment, Not On Reducing Suffering. Not On Solving Problems.

Even Though Its Common Knowledge These Days, It Never Ceases To Amaze Me That All The Richness Of Our Mental Life - All Our Feelings, Our Emotions, Our Thoughts, Our Ambitions, Our Love Life, Our Religious Sentiments And Even What Each Of Us Regards Us His Own Intimate Private Self - Is Simply The Activity Of These Little Specks Of Jelly In Your Head, In Your Brain. There Is Nothing Else.