And that's how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there. . . . And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.
It's hard to decide who's truly brilliant; it's easier to see who's driven, which in the long run may be more important.
The nasty little apes that call themselves human beings can do nothing except run and hide.