It's funny, really.

During my master's, I ended up thinking quite a lot about biomimetic biomaterials for biological bioapplications. I thought about that before then, as well; I remember some classes I took about the subject, and I remember thinking they were very interesting. That was one of the reasons I ended up asking the professor that taught those classes to be my supervisor.

Now, I find myself thinking about this again, perhaps incorrectly.

Humans are really not that efficient. Well, that's not true, but it is. In other words: It's Complicated. Truer things have yet to be said! Our bodies are very efficient at a lot of things, but the things we're optimized for aren't necessarily good, and they fail, because being impervious isn't required for biological success. It's really as simple as that. Biological systems follow the principle of least disaster, basically. Then again, not quite.

What I mean to say is that, while inspiration from the natural world should be welcomed, but not fully relied upon. How revealing...

I was thinking about bus route design. They look like roots, the good ones do, anyway. I'm not the first to point this out, of course, and a big reason they look like that is that cities are often irregular in design, relatively unplanned as they may be. Still, it's an observation to be made.

I'm not sure where I was going with this post.

On a completely separate note, I think I have a really bad aesthetic sense. Odd, maybe. Generally seen as unpleasant? Not sure.

I feel lethargic and displeased, but fine, as well. It's been an odd and rather unpleasant day, quite frankly.

Sometimes, that's the case.

I wore the same clothes as yesterday.

Will there ever be a time when we're satisfied, as a species? A time we just stop. I wonder about that. Right now, it feels like we glorify progress; We want to fly through the black endless and dive into the dark depths. Better things, better ways. We want to improve and to innovate. Will we ever stop? Intuitively, I'd say no. I feel like that'd be good, though; Stopping, that is. Finding a place of satisfaction in the endless grind and letting the stone roll back. Why not? What's the point of this progress? Sure, we make people's lives better, but so what? Is it so bad to die? It's not like we can't already have people live great lives -- misery is a choice of this progress-chasing machine, if anything. Maybe it's the nature of mankind to always look for more. We might be a species so terrified of lack that even abundance tastes like not enough.