Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever newborn; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth.

The universe as we know it is a joint product of the observer and the observed.

From an evolutionary point of view, man has stopped moving, if he ever did move.

The more we split and pulverise matter artificially, the more insistently it proclaims its fundamental unity.

Matter is spirit moving slowly enough to be seen.

Instead of standing on the shore and proving to ourselves that the ocean cannot carry us, let us venture on its waters just to see.

Your creatures can come into being only, like shoot from stem, as part of an endlessly renewed process of evolution.