92 Deep Thoughts like these: Sometimes I worry what kind of a world we are leaving to the bands of roving mutants who will inherit it. I wish there was something called trial by ants, because at the end the guy would say, “The ants have spoken.” I wouldn’t want to wind up hooked to a bunch of wires and tubes, unless somehow the wires and tubes were keeping me alive. It’s never too late to start doing what you really want to do. Wait, how old are you?