The lives that would eventually exist here, when these arid rocks hatched their grasses and forests and the sky lowered its lakes and oceans, would also be invented. Everything around her was a fabrication, carpentered from energy. But what was energy? Even the best scientists [...] really could not say. Maybe Lod was right, after all. Maybe he was truly alive, living as all energy lives, cumbered by mystery.
A. A. Attanasio,The Last Legends of Earth
















