„It can be hard to bear, how the cosmos went from hydrogen to the double helix by its own insentient laws, forged from the iron rib of dying stars creatures capable of the Benedictus and the atomic bomb, hurled ice ages and earthquakes at the rocky body of a world we now walk in skins and nervous systems over which have had no say, born into families and eras we have not chosen. Somehow we must hold all this choicelessness — hold the knowledge that any synch of chance could unseam a life — and still do laundry, still make art, still love.“