The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood

The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together.

The reappearance of the crescent moon after the new moon; the return of the Sun after a total eclipse, the rising of the Sun in the morning after its troublesome absence at night were noted by people around the world; these phenomena spoke to our ancestors of the possibility of surviving death. Up there in the skies was also a metaphor of immortality.

We are the product of 4.5 billion years of fortuitous, slow biological evolution. There is no reason to think that the evolutionary process has stopped. Man is a transitional animal. He is not the climax of creation.

On the day that we do discover that we are not alone, our society may begin to evolve and transform in some incredible and wondrous new ways.

Ask courageous questions. Do not be satisfied with superficial answers.

For all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, we humans are capable of greatness.