As the ancient myth makers knew, we are children equally of the earth and the sky.

We are star stuff harvesting sunlight.

Except for children (who don't know enough not to ask the important questions), few of us spendtime wondering why nature is the way it is . . .

There is perhaps no better a demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

Man is the matter of the cosmos, contemplating itself.

You could just as well say that an agnostic is a deeply religious person with at least a rudimentary knowledge of human fallibility.

We are one species. We are starstuff.