Organic as a dandelion seed, [the ship of our imagination] will carry us to worlds of dreams and worlds of facts

We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still.

Science is a way of thinking that helps you not to fool yourself.

A single message from space will show that it is possible to live through technological adolescence. . . . It is possible that the future of human civilization depends on the receipt of interstellar messages.

Before we invented civilization our ancestors lived mainly in the open out under the sky. Before we devised artificial lights and atmospheric pollution and modern forms of nocturnal entertainment we watched the stars. There were practical calendar reasons of course but there was more to it than that. Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.

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

Our children long for realistic maps of the future that they can be proud of. Where are the cartographers of human purpose?