“There is grandeur in this view,” scolds a quote from Darwin hanging over my dad’s desk at his lab. The words are written in looping brown calligraphy, enclosed in a varnished wooden frame. The quote comes from the last sentence of On the Origin of Species. It is Darwin’s sweet nothing, his apology for deflowering the world of its God, his promise that there is grandeur—if you look hard enough, you’ll find it. But sometimes it felt like an accusation. If you can’t see it, shame on you.”
"Spring (Atla) adlı şarkı yalnızca manzarayı daha iyi görebilmek için köprünün üstüne tırmanan bir adamın hikayesini anlatır. Onu orada görünce adamın etrafında kalabalık artar, millet onun intihar edeceğini düşünmektedir ve bir grup bunu yapması için onu cesaretlendirmeye başlar. Adam korkarak aşağı inmek ister ama kalabalık izin vermez.
"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."