People are curious. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things. They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.

We are all prisoners of our desires, and the key to our cell is in our own hands.

We are moving from an economy based on the production of goods to one based on the production of knowledge.