" I think human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself.
We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody's nobody. I tell myself I bear witness, but it's obviously my programming, and I lack the constitution for suicide.
You know, you reach a certain age, you know who you are. Now I live in a little room out in the country, behind a bar. Work 4 nights a week; in between, I drink, and there ain't nobody there to stop me.
I know who I am.
After all these years,a there's a...there's a victory in that.
In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill...and you are reborn but into the same life that you've always been born into.
You can't remember your lives, you can't change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life.