Not explaining science seems to me perverse. When you're in love, you want to tell the world.
I don't want to believe. I want to know.
The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.
But down deep, at the molecular heart of life we're essentially identical to trees.
UFOs: The reliable cases are uninteresting and in the interesting cases are unreliable.
Science is a way of thinking much more than it is a body of knowledge.