[sammyg2]

I've often thought of death from old age like this:
Take a letter and run it through a copy machine. Then make a copy of the copy. Keep doing that until the copier runs out of toner. the last copy will undoubtedly look terrible, faded, smearted, blurry, etc. How many times can cells reproduce a certain complex string of DNA without introducing some error? Maybe death is nature's way of preventing inimaginable mutations. Maybe not.

One thing that bothers me big time is the rate at which the human race is aquiring knowledge, and the fact that our cumulative wisdom is not keeping pace. We are quickly getting too smart for our own good.