The probable, even the extremely probable, is not the obvious, the evident, which forces itself irresistibly and leaves no room for doubt.
But in your company, O my Crickets, I feel the thrill of life, the soul of our native lump of earth; and for this reason, as I lean against the hedge of rosemary, I bestow only an absent glance upon the constellation of Cygnus, but give all my attention to your serenade.

A little animated slime, capable of pleasure and pain, surpasses in interest the universe of dead matter..