“He had a suspicion of plausible answers; they were so often wrong.”
Generous though exasperated (and with surprising levity), Clarke places Humanity appropriately (at the bottom) in the mysterious order of the infinity that is the cosmos. We understand next to nothing about the universe except our own reflection. But tiny as we are, awed, we strive inquisitively and resourcefully, despite our fears and limitations, sometimes even doing the right thing, to know that which is yet unknown.
Diagram of Rama from the Rendezvous with Rama videogame.
Thought Sunday, the smart space traveling monkey human, reviving from cryosleep...
"I'm the punchline... I'm the period, the full stop at the end of an immensely long and convoluted argument, a rambling chain of happenstance and contingency stretching from the discovery of fire down in the Olduvai Gorge, through the inventions of language and paper and the wheel, through all the unremembered centuries to... this. This condition. Being brought out of hibernation aboard a spaceship orbiting another planet. Being alive in the twenty second century. Being a thing with a central nervous system complex enough to understand the concept of being a thing with a central nervous system. Simply being." Consider all the inanimate matter in the universe, all the dumb atoms, all the mindless molecules, all the oblivious dust grains and pebbles and rocks and iceballs and worlds and stars, all the unthinking galaxies and superclusters, wheeling through the oblivious time-haunted megaparsecs of the cosmic supervoid. In all that immensity, she had somehow contrived to be a human being, a microscopically tiny, cosmically insignificant bundle of information-processing systems, wired to a mind more structurally complex than the Milky Way itself, maybe even more complex than the rest of the whole dammed universe. She had threaded the needle of creation and stabbed the cosmic bullseye. That, she thought was some fucking achievement. "Good morning, Sunday Akinya," said an automated but soothing voice. "I am pleased to inform you that your hibernation phase has proceeded without incident. You have reached Mars administrative airspace and are now under observation in the Maersk Intersolar post-revival facility in Phobos. For your comfort and convenience, voluntary muscular control is currently suspended while final medical checkout is completed. This is a necessary step in the revival process and is no cause for distress. Please also be aware that you may experience altered emotional states while your neurochemistry is stabilizing. Some of these states may manifest as religious or spiritual insights, including feelings of exaggerated significance. Again, this is no cause for distress."
“He had a suspicion of plausible answers; they were so often wrong.” 
