naked

reteta:

Well, basically, there was this little dot, right, and the dot went bang... and the bang expanded... energy formed into matter. Matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, the fish to fowl... the fowl to froggy, the froggy to mammal, the mammal to monkey, the monkey to man. Amo, amas, amat. Quid pro quo. Memento mori. Ad infinitum. Sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till doomsday.

ps.

What is it that goes on in this particular postmodernist gas chamber? 

Nothing. It's empty. 

So what is it that you're guarding? 

Space. 

You guarding space? That's stupid, isn't it, because someone could break in there and steal all the fucking space... and you wouldn't know it had gone, would you? 

Good point.

Naked

...And when that first frog shimmied out of the water and employed its vocal cords in order to attract a meteor to retard a predator, do you think that that frog ever imagined that that incipient croak... would evolve into all the languages of the world, into all the literature of the world? Of course it fucking didn't. And just as that froggy could never possibly have conceived of Shakespeare... so we can never possibly imagine our destiny. [Naked script]