Crowds are gone; the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool looks like a thick mirror in the evening. It is a rare quiet moment for reflection. Indeed, the city has been hustling and bustling; it is flooded with bits, from smart phones, artificially intelligent apps, unreal faces, and buzzing tweets. At every human gathering, diverse interests and agendas, personal or public, meet, converge, or clash, further adding bits to confuse. They are all entangled with egos and strangely sexed to feed entropy, who is secretly laughing. A small digression: when my dentist said everyone in the city chews teeth, I thought he was just trying to sell teeth braces. But who can be sure that all those bits do not visit us through some quantum mechanisms to disturb our night?
Let’s consider, even if it is for a brief moment, the grand scheme of evolution: every human being is merely a random experiment of nature; even Einstein is pure happenstance, a product from millions of years’ billowing and mixing of genes. Put it another way: without the ordinary, there would not be the smart; without women, no men; without the common people, no elites. All are part of the great evolution; each got his/her share of luck. Nobody can claim “I am.”