It does sometimes feel like we wake up, stretch, and open our eyes every morning to realise we're at the edge of a cliff, the ground plummeting away into fog be

It does sometimes feel like we wake up, stretch, and open our eyes every morning to realise we're at the edge of a cliff, the ground plummeting away into fog beneath us. But then we roll over and there's green grass on the other side, so off we go to work. That said, whatever breakthroughs we make from one generation to the next, what a stroke of luck it is that some things remain constant: we can fall in love, enjoy a good story, drink, eat, be merry, and argue about the meaning of life in whatever fora present themselves.