“The rest of my life stretches out as an emptiness before me.”

“In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness. And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close as mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke. Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely. “Everything must have a purpose?” asked God. “Certainly,” said man. “Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God. And He went away.”

“I have no philosophy, I have senses … If I speak of Nature it’s not because I know what it is But because I love it, and for that very reason, Because those who love never know what they love Or why they love, or what love is.”

“I don’t worry about rhyme. Two trees, One next to the other, are rarely identical. I think and write the way flowers have color, But how I express myself is less perfect, For I lack the divine simplicity Of being only my outer self. I look and I am moved, I am moved by the way water flows when the ground slopes, And my poetry is natural like the stirring of the wind …”

Anne Sexton, from “For the Year of the Insane.”

“It seemed to me that transhumanism was an expression of the profound human longing to transcend the confusion and desire and impotence and sickness of the body, cowering in the darkening shadow of its own decay. This longing had historically been the domain of religion, and was now the increasingly fertile terrain of technology.”