We’re nothing but the latest set of questions written on a reviewer, photocopied via an old, cheap Xerox machine located in downtown Naga. The laser printer emits radiation hot enough to melt the last formula you’ve memorized last night — calculus will forever remain a mystery to you. I can live with that.
“Someone once compared the undertaking of Descartes to the action of a man who sets his house on fire in order to hear the noise rats make in the attic at night.”
[Michel Serres, The Parasite]