Do I think there’s time? What is this book except proof that there’s always time, and that we’re always moving through it? There’s this show on HBO called “Witness,” a documentary series about photojournalists in the world’s trouble spots. We just ran a short review of it in the New Yorker, and in her piece, Emily Nussbaum made a point of how

Kurzweil opts for a more organic metaphor. “I am rather like the pattern that water makes in a stream as it rushes past the rocks in its path,” he writes in The Age of Spiritual Machines. “The actual molecules of water change every millisecond, but the pattern persists for hours or even years.”