Mmmm... Dawkins...

[the lonely poet]

humans are in an everchanging, utterly still, non-representative and certainly vague state of homeostasis. But what is so shocking and utterly contradictory about this homeostasis is that it's a homeostasis based in utter chaos and change. we all know that any words applied to this subject are a dishonest simplification, because by the time you have read these words, I, you, this conversation, the human state, the subjects of our discussion, the language in which I write, etc. will have all evolved to the extent that all these things will be utterly non-comprehensible to all of us. As Bertrand Russell said, "anyone who looks closely enough does not need darwin to know of evolution and its vast and infinite implications." ultimately, in this paradox between the total change and total stillness of human existence, we find the haunting beauty of all art, which is by its nature rooted in the past and never in the future.