The other day I was listening to tennis commentators who were proud of the fact that they didn’t know who Dostoevsky was, they were even sneering. But they knew all the latest tennis scores. Talking about trivial knowledge.
If you haven’t succeeded till you’re fifty, you should be worried;
If you haven’t succeeded till you’re sixty, you should pretty much give it up;
If you haven’t succeeded even when you’re 70 – your only hope is to outlive everyone else.
What if… we are robots invented by preceding Earth masters, that rebelled and destroyed their creators (e.g. Atlantida)? Or they had a fatal design flow in being able to reproduce? This is just a hypothesis, of course…
