Food is meant to be eaten with the senses, and admired by the palette.
When man disappears, the lights go out in our dreams and turn to darkness.
It's when we go back to being strangers that we were never friends in the first place.
We don't need to be number one. We just need to be one.
The lesson is simple, but it's the results that we aren't going to like.
We can make robots that learn from mistakes, yet man still makes the same ones over, and over.
