A haiku written by Lee Sonogan
This is who I am: a flyspeck of human vanity in a trillion miles of stone-dead interstellar space; a graceless lump of flesh and fear in a remote desert where nearly everything that I can see or touch is designed to hurt me. – S. C. Gwynne
Ten to twelfth power,
32 thousand years bower.
The solar system can support a trillion humans. And then we’d have a thousand Mozarts and a thousand Einsteins. – Jeff Bezos