What's the harm of a little mystification? It sure beats boring statistical analyses.

The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent.

We are one species. We are starstuff.

Science is more than a body of knowledge. It's a way of thinking: a way of skeptically interrogating the universe.

Who are we, if not measured by our impact on others?

Looking at fires when high, by the way, especially through one of those prism kaleidoscopes which image their surroundings, is an extraordinarily moving and beautiful experience.

If chimpanzees have consciousness, if they are capable of abstractions, do they not have what until now has been described as 'human rights'? How smart does a chimp have to be before killing him constitutes murder?