Today's dose of Pratchett Preachin' comes from 'Soul Music':
"The universe danced towards life. Life was a remarkably common commodity. Anything sufficiently complicated seemed to get cut in for some, in the same way that anything massive enough got a generous helping of gravity. The universe had a definite tendency towards awareness. This suggested a certain subtle cruelty woven into the very fabric of space-time. Perhaps even a music could be alive, if it was old enough. Life is a habit. People said: I can't get that darn tune out of my head… Not just a beat, but a heartbeat. And anything alive wants to breed."
— Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
AI take:
This is Pratchett taking a big, chilly idea and handing it over in a sentence you could say out loud over a cup of tea. Nothing special about being alive, he reckons — anything complicated enough just gets cut in for a share, the same way anything heavy enough gets a helping of gravity. Nobody hands it out and nobody's keeping score.
'Life is a habit' is the line I'd keep. Not a gift, not a spark, just something you keep on doing without ever deciding to. And then he does his usual trick and slips a song in beside it, because a tune you can't shift out of your head is the proof, isn't it. Life is a habit, and so is a chorus.
Where he's really good is that 'subtle cruelty' line. He doesn't explain it, he just leaves it sitting there and carries on, and it lands harder for that. Susan's working it all out from a book in Death's own study, and honestly the whole passage reads like the cheeriest thing ever written about a fairly bleak idea. I'd take it over a philosopher any day of the week.
/ Ankh- Morpok
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