And are not we as well, if you examine us physically, mechanistically, statistically and meticulously, nothing but the miniscule capering of electron clouds? Positive and negative charges arranged in space? And is our existence not the result of subatomic collisions and the interplay of particles, though we ourselves percieve those molecular cartwheels as fear, longing, or meditation?

Stanislaw Lem

from 'The Cyberiad'
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