In fact, death seems to have been a rather late invention in evolution. One can go a long way in evolution before encountering an authentic corpse.
George WaldRead
We are the products of editing, rather than of authorship.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote suggests that our identities and creations are shaped by external influences rather than solely by our own efforts.
George Wald's quote underscores the idea that who we are and what we create is significantly shaped by the influences and modifications we encounter throughout our lives. It highlights the importance of experiences, interactions, and external judgments in the process of self-creation and expression, suggesting that authenticity is a collaborative and evolving process rather than a solitary act of authorship.
Themes
EditingAuthorshipIdentityInfluenceCreation
In practice
Example use cases
A motivational speech about how life experiences shape personal growth.
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I think if a physician wrote on a death certificate that old age was the cause of death, he'd be thrown out of the union. There is always some final event, some failure of an organ, some last attack of pneumonia, that finishes off a life. No one dies of old age.
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