I grew up with the biologists. I know how they think.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility.

Don't misunderstand me. I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and far more complicated. But sometimes it's hard to put up with.

Though as he'd say, what is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?

Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.

Our biggest technology that we ever, ever invented was articulated language with built-out grammar. It is that that allows us to imagine things far in the future and things way back in the past.