Stephen Baxter is a trained engineer with degrees from Cambridge (mathematics) and Southampton Universities (doctorate in aeroengineering research). Baxter is the winner of the British Science Fiction Award and the Locus Award, as well as being a nominee for an Arthur C. Clarke Award, most recently for Manifold: Time. His novel Voyage won the Sidewise Award for Best Alternate History Novel of the Year; he also won the John W. Campbell Award and the Philip K. Dick Award for his novel The Time Ships. He is currently working on his next novel, a collaboration with Sir Arthur C. Clarke. Mr. Baxter lives in Prestwood, England.
A great idea to make the species the stars of an entertaining edutainment ride, although the infodump problem shouldn麓t be underestimated.
This is always a problem with Baxter麓s writing, who is a bit too quickly mass producing new works by simply putting much science in a rudimentary plot and character bodice. That麓s really frustrating, especially for a sci-fi 眉bernerd like me who loves this genre, but can麓t handle or accept the fact that the author doesn麓t care about finetuning, perfecting, investing more time, plotting, and generally putting more love and creativity into his works.
When comparing Baxter with the other big sci fi names of the late 20th and beginning 21st century, one will notice that they have produced just a hand full, but long matured, well cooked, and often unique meals of special taste with impressions one can麓t find somewhere else. They had some standalone novels, often loveless too, without implementation in the series and world building they had done, but even then they invested more than Baxter can or wants.
He could have made himself one of the big, immortal authors if he would have condensed the ideas and effort of 2 to 4 average novels to one really good one, maybe in a series people love to read so much more than this always a bit exhausting to get in standalone novels. What potentiates the problem is that he doesn麓t write short, easygoing, entertaining novels, but longer and exhausting, difficult to read ones.
I麓ve read 2 or 3 of his works, they are average and nice, but I am not interested in having to skim and scan the lengths, be annoyed by the logic holes, and in general having the feeling of an author who just wants to put out his next novel at any cost, because not many of my favorite sci-fi authors did it, or, for instance Neal Asher, /author/show... who is extremely underrated, wrote at a high quality similar to Corey or Hamilton.
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I had put off reading this book for years because, while I've enjoyed many of Stephen Baxter's novels, the idea of wading through 750 pages of the story of human evolution narrated by anthropomorphised primates really didn't appeal. The ape-creatures in the last and weakest part of his Time/Space/Origin trilogy had put me off.
My bad. This is really nothing less than a story of how we became human, of nature red in tooth and claw. It's a story of short and brutal lives, of disease, murder, rape and war, and yet at the same time, for me at least (and I can understand how this would not be a universal reaction) it was curiously uplifting. Beginning 65 million years ago with a small rat-like primate through whose eyes we see the aftermath of the asteroid impact which (in Baxter's universe at least) wiped out the dinosaurs, the book moves us slowly towards the present day. Even the bits which ought not to have worked 鈥� the flights of fancy in which Baxter speculates about dinosaurs surviving in the Antarctic until 10 million years BCE and the enormous pterosaurs with the 100 metre wingspans, I thought actually worked well, not least in driving home how incomplete the fossil record is, and how much we do not and cannot ever know (though one has to read carefully to be sure what he is making up and what is based on sound science 鈥� passing references to animals that left no traces being the only clues in places).
Other highlights? The woman who runs away from the hunter-gatherer community in which she grew up to escape the inevitable forced infanticide of her child, stumbling into one of humanity's earliest towns, the story of the monkeys that somehow survived a crossing of the Atlantic on a fallen tree and populating South America, the tale of an encounter between two human children and one of the very last surviving Neanderthals and the three characters hunting for fossil bones amidst the crumbling ruins of the late Roman Empire.
Another move I was sceptical about until I read it was the decision to extend the story into the future. Baxter does deep time about as well as any author I've read and for all that it moves the story from scientifically grounded narrative to speculation, it helps to emphasise that we are merely one small part of a much longer and bigger story, not the culmination of some great master-plan. That millions of years from now, our distant descendants might easily be as different from us as we are from our dinosaur-age ancestors and that rather than being impossibly advanced hyper-intelligent beings colonising the galaxy, they might revert to a simpler way of life. Even his explanation of how human civilisation ends emphasises that we are prey to powerful forces that we cannot control. What does for humanity is not nuclear war, global warming or a deadly virus grown in a laboratory, but an enormous super-volcano that disrupts the planet's weather systems enough to cause civilisation to collapse. A big book, and one stuffed with enough ideas to fill several novels.
THIS is LIFE. Anybody interested in the WHY at all should read this book. Baxter excells himself by describing the roots of humanity, and the hardship of our ancestors on the way obtaining self-awareness. I haven麓t seen anything better regarding the origins of intelligence. You will recognize the chapter(s). Absolutely recommended!
This read a bit like a BBC Earth documentary or some other similar nature doc - PBS Nova or CBC The Nature of Things. I was well aware it was fiction (and at times downright speculated fantasy) but rooted with true archaeological data. Though I found it extremely long and never ending, while understanding that such a colossal work well ought to be so, I found it to be a fantastic journey and continue to think of it often almost daily and am very glad I invested the time for this one. It was however rather dismal at times, Baxter choosing more pessimistic outcomes rather than the optimistic; having little faith in human ingenuity to better its fate, which is how I imagine (who I believe to be) Baxter's idol A. C. Clarke would have gone with this. But that is the author's privilege. My only problem is the way too many times he felt he needed to point out the release of excrement of each character that lived and died within the pages of this brick.
This is a series of episodes illustrating critical (if imagined) chapters in primate evolution. It begins with a story about a primordial primate living underfoot while dinosaurs are stomping around, works its way up to a brief episode about modern humans, and then immediately wipes out the human race and moves forward.
The pre-human episodes are meant to conform very closely to the fossil record. Indeed, when indulging in more extreme flights of fancy, Baxter provides explanatory bits as to why it's at least possible that his speculations are consistent with current understandings. I found the later (post-human) episodes less believable, although entertainingly imaginative.
Baxter leans very heavily on themes which are important and seldom considered: That the process of evolution is brutal, painful, and uncaring; that its outcomes are arbitrary; that sexual drives and sexual conflict are at the root of every origin. He presents all his subjects with the same tight focus and tries to narrate from within the head of even his most primitive characters. This has left me, months later, with an altered perspective about the mice and squirrels that live under /my/ feet. In that respect I'd say that this book was extremely effective, although perhaps not in the way that was intended.
Second read 鈥� 15 December 2024 - . Stephen Baxter鈥檚 2002 episodic novel Evolution opens with the story of Purga, a shrew-like mammal living 65 million years ago, under the feet of the very last dinosaurs. The fascination here is not the plot, which is actually endangering enough, but the narrative description of the world of that time. One reason to read this is the feeling of time travel into the evolutionary history of primates and hominids. But the reader should remember that this is not just fictionalized science, but speculative science. While all the specifics are necessarily fictionalized, there are also instances where Baxter goes off into speculations for which there is no actual evidence. For example, 1) intelligent Ornitholestes (Jurassic dinosaurs), 2) Antarctic dinosaurs that survived the Cretaceous extinction for an extra 55 million years, and 3) hominid variants with no fossil record, but who are parallel with known species. He ties the novella-length stories together through the occasional discovery of fossil or other evidence of one episode in a later episode 鈥� and also through thematic emphasis on evolution as a driver of human existence as we know it.
Baxter shows us evolution not just through survival of advantageous mutations, but also through social and sexual selection, a sort of unintended self-direction by our ancestors. That is certainly some kind of influence, but I think he overplays that aspect. For example, it seems to me that the human tendency to believe in a god or gods is not just the result of leaders who killed unbelievers, but that the anthropomorphizing of beings and events was the only available way to explain them in the absence of ability to experiment. He also repeatedly characterizes maternal, paternal, and even community care for young offspring as matter of protecting genes. True, but it also seems to me that self-preservation is a strong motivation for protecting your tribe.
At page 442 of my 566-page edition, the story crosses over from the past to the present day of 2031. From there, Baxter speculates on the future of humanity, taking our descendants through extinction events such as the Anthropocene one, or an asteroid collision. He uses the principles he has developed in the first 戮 of the book to point out evolution drives towards change and survival, which is not the same thing as 鈥減rogress.鈥� This last 录 of the book is an outstanding intellectual achievement more believable than the future histories of Olaf Stapledon and many other SF writers who think in deep time.
I have re-read this novel because it is mentioned in Lecture 4 鈥淓volution and Deep Time in Science Fiction鈥� of Gary Wolfe鈥檚 video lecture series . I recommend it highly to those who read SF for the big ideas.
First read 鈥� 3 September 2004 - ****. This is an amazing adventure ride through the history and future of primate life on Earth. It is told in episodic segments from the dinosaur extinction event in the Yucatan to the equally distant future. I admit that I found some of the early episodes dull; it is hard to develop much empathy for furry proto-lemurs living in burrows. But Baxter develops evolution itself, fueled by a brutal compulsion to reproduce and preserve ones one offspring, as the recurring driver behind biological, environmental, and social change. This serves to put his projections from the present on into future times into perspective; they are driven by the same biological imperative. Those future events are strongly substantiated, entirely fascinating, and certainly at odds with the confident optimism with which we have been trained to see the future. I think comparisons of this book to Olaf Stapledon's and H.G. Wells's are justifiable.
In the musical 1776, Col. Thomas McKean says of General Washington's reports from the field, reporting everything that's gone wrong since the last report, "That man could depress a hyena." This seems to be a fair comment on many of Baxter's books, and Evolution is no exception.
Spoilers ahead.
The frame story concerns Joan Useb, a paleontologist who, in 2031, has organized a major interdisciplinary conference with the covert goal of sparking a movement to do something effective about saving the biosphere. The only amusement to be found in the frame story are the nasty Tuckerizations of two well-known British fans, Gregory Pickersgill and Alison Scott. Pickersgill is a radical anti-globalization activist, the charismatic leader of a splinter Christian sect, the core around which the umbrella organization "Fourth World" has formed. (Or so it is believed. It turns out that Pickersgill doesn't exist; he's just a cover identity for someone even more extreme and unpleasant.) Alison Scott at least gets to exist; she's a genetic engineer who sells her services to the very wealthy, to give their children advantages rather than curing disease. She's so focussed on money and showmanship that she even uses her own offspring as walking advertisements for what she can do for your next child, if you can pay enough.
The main body of the book is better. It's necessarily episodic, covering the evolution of primates from a rodent-like creature during and after the last days of the dinosaurs, through a monkey-like creature 500 million years from now that's fully symbiotic with a tree. "Fully symbiotic," in this case, means that the Tree provides a good deal more than shelter. It produces a specialized root that attaches to the bellies of these last primates, providing not just nourishment and psychotropic drugs, but genetic mixing and control of reproduction. The primates in return bring nutrients to the Tree that it can't obtain otherwise, and carry its seeds to favorable ground. Along the way, Baxter does some interesting things, imagining plausible forms that aren't represented in the necessarily patchy fossil record, such as an elaborate dinosaurs-and-primates ecology in Antarctica, fifty-five million years after the presumed extinction of the dinosaurs--an ecology first frozen into extinction and then ground up beyond the possibility of fossilization by the advancing icecap. This is an utterly grim extinction event, of course, with all the species dying out entirely rather than evolving into something else, but that's Baxter for you.
As exemplified by the dinosaurs and primates in Antarctica sequence, Baxter does not confine himself solely to the direct line of descent from little Purgatorius to humans. We also get to see the hypothetical, but plausible, harrowing adventure of the monkey-like critters that get accidentally rafted across the Atlantic to become the ancestors of the monkeys of South America, and other plausible but unrecorded species.
Eventually, though, we do get to the more or less direct and recent ancestors of humans--the first ape to lead his troop ou t onto the African savannah as the forests shrink, homo erectus, neanderthals, Cro-Magnon, early civilized humans. Amongst the neanderthals, we get a story that is at once encouraging and grim: a little band of neanderthals, led by a man called Pebble, st ruggling to survive, forms an alliance with a pair of wandering almost-Cro-Magnon, Harpoon and Ko-Ko. First they trade, then they learn some of each other's best tricks, then they combine their efforts to cross over to an island, wipe out the remnant of homo erectus living there, and seize it for themselves. Baxter does depict the two kinds as mutually fertile, which I think is currently not the opinion of scientists, but that's a minor point, considering that opinion on that has changed more than once.
Once we get to unambiguously modern humans, though, we're in trouble. It's good (I think) that Baxter makes the point that primitive humans who believed they were living in harmony with nature actually did a devasting job on their prey species. There's some amusement value in reading the description of the First Fan:
"She had always been isolated, even as a child. She could not throw herself into the games of chase and wrestling and chattering that the other youngsters had indulged in, or their adolescent sexual experiments. It was always as if the others knew how to behave, what do do, how to laugh and cry--how to fit in, a mystery she could never share. Her restless inventiveness in such a conservative culture--and her habit of trying to figure out why things happened, how they worked--didn't make her any more popular." (page 292)
Alas, this woman, Mother, who invents conscious thought as a tool for something other than social interaction, and consequently invents a variety of other useful tools (in a reversal of the old depiction of men inventing tools almost certainly invented and used by women, who did most of the foraging and gathering, Baxter has Mother invent the spear-thrower, something far more likely to have been invented by the men who did most of the hunting) becomes obsessively fixated on the death of her son, invents gods, religion, life after death, black magic, and human sacrifice. Baxter assigns the whole thing to one emotionally unbalanced woman, and portrays it all in relentlessly negative terms, even while conceding that this nasty invention caught on and survived because it conveyed survival benefits to its adopters. It's all downhill from there, as far as human character goes. On page 322, we're told:
"And just as they were able to believe that things, weapons or animals or the sky, were in some way people, it wasn't a hard leap to make to believe that some people were no more than things. The old categories had broken down. In attacking the river folk they werent killing humans, people like themselves. The river folk, for all their technical cleverness with fire and clay, had no such belief. It was a weapon they could not match. And this small but vicious conflict set a pattern that would be repeated again and again in the long, bloody ages to come. And there it is, folks, the roots of the Holocaust right there at the dawn of civilization, with the invention of religion."
The problem with this is that Baxter has already shown us repeatedly, in earlier episodes in the Evolution of Humans, that it's nonsense. Time and again he has shown us early hominids and pre-hominids regarding strangers of same or similar species as creatures to be killed. Over and over again the men, the boys, and sometimes even the young girls are killed, and maybe the adult or near-adult females are kept for breeding purposes. The great mental breakthrough that Pebble and Harpoon made, in the early morning of genus Homo, was the possibility of active cooperation with other bands. The great mental breakthrough Harpoon's ancestors had made, back at the very dawn of genus Homo, was the invention of trade as a possible means of relating to humans from other bands.
And what's striking and different about raids that Mother's followers make on other bands, is not that they kill most of the members of the band. The thing Mother's followers do that's different is that first, they make peaceful contact with the band to find out what neat new technology they have, and then, when they do attack, they spare not only the adult and near-adult females, but also some of the adult males, the ones who are the experts in the most interesting bits of new technology that the target band has. What's different about Mother's followers is not that they have found a way to regard other people as things, but that they have found reasons other than sexual exploitation to forcibly add people to their band rather than kill them. For Mother's people, other people are useful or dangerous precisely because they are people, with knowledge and skills of their own, rather than just rival animals competing for the same resources. What makes them more dangerous is not that they have new talent for dehumanizing other people (earlier varieties of hominid didn't need to dehumanize people because it never occurred to them that hominids not members of their own band were people), but the fact that their killing technology gets a lot better.
Eventually , of course, we catch up to the frame story, and the downfall of Homo sapiens without ever having gotten humans even as far as Mars. After all, how could such a loser species do anything really grand? Post-collapse, it apparently takes only a thousand years or so for humans to completely lose the power of speech. An interesting detail from this point on is that Baxter, who never used the words "man" and "woman" to describe males and females of primate species until he got to genus Homo, does not stop using it as he describes the steadily more primitive and degraded post-Homo varieties of primate. Thus we have a primate evolved to live pretty much exactly like a naked mole rat, referred to as "mole woman," but only after Baxter has gone to great lengths to emphasize the fact that these "mole folk" have no higher consiousness at all, and virtually no brains.
All in all, it's a depressing, negative view of humans and evolution, and evidently intended to be. Avoid this one.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
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This is kind of different. It doesn't have a plot. It's essentially a series of short stories about the lives of various creatures on the evolutionary path to modern humans and beyond. Said that way, it doesn't sound very interesting but it kept my attention through all 800+ pages.
Worthwhile: I received this book as a gift and did not have high expectations, but I was pleasantly surprised.
Baxter manages to novelise very effectively the course of evolution through billions of years, which is no mean achievement. The book is fact-based, though of necessity it does spin some extravagant speculation from those facts, and in a few places those speculations are less than convincing, such as the prehistoric Neanderthal shanty town outside the Homo Sapiens village.
Baxter writes about science in a very eloquent and engaging way. Where he consistently shows weakness is when he is writing dialogue. This led me to skip through the stilted Roman chapter.
That said, the later chapter about the British soldiers in an empty future England was quite haunting, and I really liked the way he consistently found low-key but satisfying conclusions to the various evolutionary vignettes.
A book that geniunely throws fresh perspective on the evolution of life. I'm glad I read it.
As a rollicking science fiction tale, this book may leave the reader scratching their head. It is more a series of interrelated short stories and vignettes given from the viewpoint of creatures stretching back in time from the first tiny mammals to survive the impact which took out the dinosaurs, to the present, to the distant future when our planet is trashed and our sun has expanded to re-absorb the Earth.
What this story -does- do more clearly than all the snoozer science textbooks we were forced to read in high school and college is take the various critical turning points of evolution, when some new adaptation or trait emerged to help our species evolve into the species we know of as homo sapiens today. And each of those vignettes is interesting, fully explained, and will leave the lay-reader with a thorough understanding of how we ended up where we are today.
And then Baxter journeys into our future...
With the same thoroughness, Baxter takes us through various plausibilities, extrapolating the choices we are making as a species today to ignore environmental degradation, civil unrest, aggression, and carries our species forward into the distant future, building upon the framework he built in the first half of the book to get us where we are evolutionarily speaking today, to show us where we are headed in the future ... and it is not pretty.
This book stayed with me for a long time after I read it. We're all screwed!!!
Having read Baxter's Manifold: Time, I wasn't expecting much characterization or plot (as is the case in much "hard sci-fi"). Strangely, some of the non-human characters of Evolution were a lot more real than some of the human ones (If you liked the squid in Manifold:Time, you'll probably like Evolution). The book is longer than it had to be, but the 15 or so stories were mostly worthwhile. At times the "genes working to survive" theme was too explicit and overdone (let the reader's intelligence do *some* work!) and was more like reading Richard Dawkins than reading a novel, but overall this was an engrossing and educational fictionalization of evolutionary history. I liked the speculative parts (which is why one should read sci-fi, after all!): the air-whales, intelligent dinosaurs, post-human descendents and especially the self-replicating robots on Mars, which provided a nice counter-point to the story on Earth while strengthening the overall theme of evolution. If you think evolution is the slightest bit interesting and have a bit of imagination, I'd recommend this book.
I really loved this book. This is a phenomenal look into the history and potential future of our species. While science fiction, is based on sound principles and a good knowledge of real human prehistory.
I made this book required reading for a course I taught, Introduction to Human Evolution. This raised more than a few eyebrows. My reason for this was that he illustrates some of the more important yet lesser known aspects of evolution and human biology. I noticed one reviewer found the 'devolution' of humans in the future to be implausible. This here is exactly one of the misconceptions of evolution I wished my students to read and discuss (evolution is not some upward march of progress, big brains are suitable now but may not be the optimal solution for the future).
This book is the clearest understanding I have ever had on the eons-long process of evolution, told in a fascinating novel from each creature's point of view from millions of years ago. I couldn't put this book down! The amazing settings bring each geologic age to life again, as it was when it happened. This author must have a prodigious science background and great imagination. This book is perfect for anyone with an interest in ancient and pre-historic history, geology, geography and sociology.
A great read -not in the least for its 762 pages- taking you from 145 Million years ago (chapter two) to 500 Million years in the future. It describes, in speculative fiction way, the upcoming and downfall of Man. From sentient dinosaurs to sentient trees. It is not -as the author himself says in the afterword- a textbook, but a plausable grand story of human evolution, in the vein of Olaf Stapledon's
Hat mir anfangs viel Spa脽 gemacht. Man merkt, dass sich der Autor sehr viel mit dem Thema Evolution und unserer Ur-Geschichte besch盲ftigt hat. Dabei ist ein fast 1000-seitiger Klotz herausgekommen; Evolution ben枚tigt halt Zeit ;-)
Leider 盲hneln sich die Episoden irgendwann, da es eben um das 脺berleben der jeweiligen Spezies geht; egal welches Erdzeitalter. Den ersten zweidrittel des Buches h盲tten gut 200 Seiten weniger gut getan; bzw. h盲tte der letzte Teil des Buches - die Zukunft der Menschheit - gro脽z眉giger ausfallen k枚nnen.
A good book but about 100 pages too long. The author dramatized mammalian evolution from the time of the dinosaurs until a future hundreds of millions of years from now. Having watched Cosmos this summer, I have been thinking about the incomprehensible spans of time that have passed since the formation of the universe, and since life began on this planet. Evolution serves as a reminder of just how brief our species' time in the sun really has been, and what remarkable arrogance human beings display when trying to explain the cosmos to each other.
Climate change, volcanoes, asteroids and comets...over the history of our world, these events have hit the reset button over and over again. Hundreds of thousands of species have come into being, thrived, then vanished into oblivion. We are no different. In the eyes of earth, we are a minor flash in the pan. In the eyes of the cosmos, we are less than a speck of dust. And when we are gone..."there will come soft rains..."
A good and troubling book. Bleak, I guess, but honest. I was struck by how much of what I was reading about I had learned in college--astronomy, biology, evolution, etc.--but then forgot because they are not things that I really think about on a day to day basis. Science keeps me very humble.
One of my favorite books (if not my favorite)! I am fascinated by evolution and history in general and evolution itself could be considered to be the main character of this book. Of course, this book is fiction, but it takes your imagination to what could very well have happened between 65 million years ago an now, and what could happen between now and 500 million years in the future.
Traces that river of DNA out of Eden and into the dry sands. I don't think of myself as a human chauvinist, and yet I mourned when that last individual manifestation of DNA that was recognizably human slipped back into the churning evolutionary waters. A powerful and unsettling meditation on cooperation, competition and change.
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This book reminded me in many ways of those Walking With Dinosaurs TV shows. The book is broken up into sections, each set in a different era. So we focus on an early mammal here, a proto-hominid there, and generally span a huge chunk of our planet's history, from the earliest mammals to a distant, speculative future and the eventual extinction of all life. One might almost say that evolution itself is the protagonist of this novel. And it is as novel, not a textbook. Parts of it are pure speculation, though all based on the soundest and latest scientific discoveries, as good SF should be. I've read my share of epic novels, great sprawling timelines full of sweep and scope, but I think Evolution may represent the single greatest timeframe of any that I've read. I found it to be a fascinating and engrossing read.
TBR PILE CHALLENGE #10 674 pages. 5 days to read. An incredibly detailed examination of genetics, mutation and adaptation, biology, geology, geography, from back before the Dinosaur Era up into the Near Future [2130 and beyond]. Author Stephen Baxter demonstrates by fictionalizing individually and in groups (tribes and species) various different eras as the planet and life on the planet evolved. I found the utterly detailed description of the destruction wrought by the Comet ending the Dinosaur 馃 Era horrifying and painful to read; but "watching" the Evolution of Consciousness in humans was intriguing and educational. My other takeaway was how much the human species over all these millenia has to answer for: not just the fossil fuel consumption and thinning of the ozone layer in the 20th and 21st century: also throughout time, wanton wholesale destruction of species, burning entire forests as a routine method of hunting! True that climate change and geological change occurred apart from Humanity, but the human species has repeatedly failed to live in harmony with its only available Planet.
I didn't exactly enjoy reading much of this; partially this was my fault for my tendency to read while I eat, and all the gruesome hunting and ravaging of prey and general horribleness of survival wasn't quite suited to that activity. There are other complaints: misplaced value judgements, stories that went on too long, the bare plot of most of the stories weren't exactly interesting in themselves. But what a marvelous book! I'd say Baxter and I share - at least in broad strokes - an attitude toward Life in general. This is the bulk of how I relate to existence - all kinds of creatures have lives, no matter how like or unlike us they are. In my opinion, Baxter balanced the line between getting inside the head of nonhumans with maintaining the reality of the inner lives or lack thereof. I could have used more specevo, but that's just my quirk; I'd say this borders on required reading for just understanding what in fact we, and life, are.