Nature is indifferent to the survival of the human species, including Americans.
The British ballads became a new kind of form in their hand. And out of them came the blues, a new kind of song of commentary and satire, a song form which, after all, has become the main musical form of the whole human species.
The juke joint, the honky tonk, and the ballroom also represent one more thing, anthropologically speaking: a ceremonial context for the male-with-female-duet dance flirtation and embrace, upon which the zoological survival of the human species has always been predicated.
Babies and young children are like the research and development division of the human species, and we grown-ups are production and marketing.
I am never interested in the individual, but in the human species and its environment.
My own hope is that, as a human species, we are on a long journey of evolution toward increasingly more tolerant and nonviolent behavior.
Is the destiny of the human species to sit back and play with our mouse and computer and imagine, fantasize?
When you have children, you almost feel like you've made your contribution to the survival of the human species. It's your way of passing the baton.
One has children in the expectation of dying before them. In fact, you want to make damn sure you die before them, just as you plant a tree or build a house knowing, hoping that it will outlive you. That's how the human species has done as well as it has.
I absolutely don't think a sentient artificial intelligence is going to wage war against the human species.
