It is something to know how to cut away the flesh of existence and see the clean white bones underneath. I found comfort in this structure, in the knowledge that buried under layers of greenery and dirt lies something universal. For some reason, the whole world is hung on a skeleton made of physics.
The fact that we know anything at all is a miracle. I used to believe there was hope in science. Climate change is bleak, the organizers always say. And, unfortunately, I have a deep-seated need to be liked and a natural tendency to optimism that leads me to accept more speaking invitations than is good for me. Particularly in the current political climate, audiences want to be told that everything will be all right in the end. As a climate scientist, I am often asked to talk about hope.
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