And everything you do that is not nothing is grounds for celebration?
I’m starting to wonder if maybe it’s not the correct thing to *start* from the top of what’s possible and conceive of ourselves in terms of every way we’ve fallen short of that synthetic mark
I mean you’re not really anything other than a bunch of carbon in different configurations
“WOW DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT CARBON JUST DID”
Et cetera
Even the missteps are an accomplishment of sorts
“Man that carbon has so much AGENCY”
She said,
I just had to put my head inside of my sweater
I said,
That’s fine
Stay there as long as you feel like
“I went to grad school with some carbon that — get this — picks out its own sweaters”