Death is the evaluator… Death stalks the fish eggs, the seedlings, the foetuses. Death is a leopard that sees in the dark. Death is a goshawk, a glacier, the serpent; a wind from the desert, a dispute among friends, a plague of locusts or viruses, a tiring of species… We should all be lost in the wilderness of chance had not death, through a billion choosings, created the values of the world I know.