Filosofiskt flumm blandat med vardagligt tjafs

"If people lived for ever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things, the way we're doing now? I mean, we think just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. Religion. Literature. I think, if there were no such think as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world. I mean..."
"I mean... this is what I think but... people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. Right? Who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living for ever? Why would they bother? Or even if they should bother they'd probably just reckon. "Oh, well I've got plenty of time for that. I'll think about it later." But we can't wait till later. We've got to think about it right this second. I might get run over by a truck tomorrow afternoon. And you, Mr Wind Up Bird: you might starve to death. One morning three days from now, you could be dead in the bottom of a well. See? Nobody knows what's going to happen, So we ned death to make us evolve. That's what I think. Death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things."