He thought about science, about faith, about man. he thought about how every culture, in every country, in every time, had always shared one thing. We all had the Creator. We used different names, different faces, and different prayers, but God was the universal constant for man. God was the symbol we all shared...the symbol of all the mysteries of life that we could not understand. The ancients had praised God as a symbol of our limitless human potential, but that ancient symbol had been lost over time. Until now.

Imagine how different a world might be if more leaders took time to ponder the finality of death before racing off to war.

The Last Supper is supposed to be thirteen men. Who is this woman? "Everyone misses it, our preconceived notions of this scene are so powerful that our mind blocks out the incongruity and overrides our eyes.

Open your minds, my friends. We all fear what we do not understand.

Buddha had said: "Each of us is a God. Each of us knows all. We need only open our minds to hear our own wisdom.

My lawyers will fricassee your testicles for breakfast. And if you dare board my plane without a warrant, your spleen will follow.

Knowledge is power, and the right knowledge lets man perform miraculous, almost godlike tasks.