A science fiction writer should try to combine the intimately human with the grandly cosmic.

Not wanting to die was another universal constant, it seemed.

You can't choose the ways in which you'll be tested.

No one disputes that seeming order can come out of the application of simple rules. But who wrote the rules?

With billions of years, who knows what science might make possible? Why, it might even make it possible for an intelligence, or data patterns representing it, to survive a big crunch and exist again in the next cycle of creation. Such an entity might even have science sufficient to allow it to influence the parameters for the next cycle, creating a designer universe into which that entity itself will be reborn already armed with billions of years worth of knowledge and wisdom.

Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.

Do you think it's possible that things that seem to be discrete in three dimensions might all be part of the same bigger object in four dimensions? ...What if humanity- that collective noun we so often employ- really is, at a higher level, a singular noun? What it what we perceive in three dimensions as seven billion individual human beings are really all just aspects of one giant being?