Francis Bacon wrote:
Death is a friend of ours and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.
Bacon, an essayist, philosopher, and statesman, was born in 1561 and died in 1626. I was born in 1961, 400 years later than Bacon. Do you realize what this means?
It means I need to get busy writing down interesting but moderately obscure stuff that people will still be quoting in around 2430 AD.
Um … does anybody out there think there will still be humans living on Earth’s surface in 400 years? Or is the Anthropocene yawning to an end sooner than that?
Asking for a friend.
Bonus points if you know what movie this is from and, like me, saw it when it was new.