Thomas shrugged. “It raises questions for me. Do all natural things but man conspire toward life, but man alone has a death drive? If life exists to fight disorder, will violence and disorder evolve right alongside us, the shadow that we need to keep breathing? If rage is a reaction to disorder, does that make rage the original life force?” I stared at him. “What I want to know is if things will get worse. I want to keep fishing.” “You fish while you can,” Thomas said gently.
