The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.

I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.

I wake up thinking: What am I reading? What will I read next? I'm terrified that I'll run out, that I will read through all I want to, and be forced to learn wildflowers at last, to keep awake.

why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?

We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.

What have we been doing all these centuries but trying to call God back to the mountain, or, failing that, raise a peep out of anything that isn't us? What is the difference between a cathedral and a physics lab? Are not they both saying: Hello? We spy on whales and on interstellar radio objects; we starve ourselves and pray till we're blue.

Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time.