"But why do I hope and dream? Why do I hum music? Why do I long to meet God? Why does death, so normal a part of the cosmic order, as necessary as compost, feel like a rip in my personal space-time? Why do I love? … "… Mere evolution is chemical, mechanical, digital. It is also humourless and soulless. I am not that way, and neither are you. I may be 70% water, but I am more than just a well-hydrated bouquet garni."