Look For The Good

Look For The Good

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"There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after." John Green Nylan Hill has always been the pessimistic type. But when she meets a certain person things might change. What's the point, they forget our names anyway. Wes Janning is optimistic and sees the bright side of things. He looks for the good in people. He's the kind of guy who wants to change the world. Question is, can he?
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