But I could be wrong.

Nature does not always conform to our predispositions and preferences, to what we deem comfortable and easy to understand.

I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue.

We are made of starstuff.

Science is not perfect. It's often misused; it's only a tool, but it's the best tool we have. Self-correcting , ever changing, applicable to everything: with this tool, we vanquish the impossible.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

Ours is the first generation that has grown up with science-fiction ideas.