It was recently discovered that research causes cancer in rats.

What was God doing before the divine creation? Was he preparing hell for people who asked such questions?

I’m the archetype of a disabled genius, or should I say a physically challenged genius, to be politically correct. At least I’m obviously physically challenged. Whether I’m a genius is more open to doubt.

It is all right to make mistakes; nothing is perfect because with perfection, we would not exist.

Doing a job RIGHT the first time gets the job done. Doing the job WRONG fourteen times gives you job security.

There is no unique picture of reality.

Or in other words, why does disorder increase in the same direction of time as that in which the universe expands?