I read a theory once, that the human intellect was like a peacock feathers.

Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate.

All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo and the Empire State Building just an elaborate mating ritual.

Maybe it doesn’t matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons.

But, of course, the peacock can barely fly.

It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty.

-Dr. Robert Ford

(Westworld TV series)


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