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The universe that suckled us is a monster that does not care if we live or die--it does not care if it itself grinds to a halt. It is a beast running on chance and death, careening from nowhere to nowhere. It is fixed and blind, a robot programmed to kill. We are free and seeing we can only try to outwit it at every turn to save our lives.

Annie Dillard

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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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Essayist
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University Teacher
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Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
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Outwit
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Care
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Programmed
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Blind
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