88ED4A68-D346-4101-9B09-09FAE3402AE2.jpegTim Kreider (February 25, 1967 -)

The hope of being remembered by getting your name on a book or a cornerstone, a disease or a species, an equation or a star, is no less pitiful and silly than any other stratagem to outsmart mortality, from having children to invading nations. Per Woody Allen: “I don’t want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.”