In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out.
Inside every lump of coal there's a diamond waiting to get out.
But then science is nothing but a series of questions that lead to more questions.
The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.
Mum had done everything you need to educate a kid. She made me a kid who likes books and she told me about 'Wind in the Willows' and read it and I thought this is weird, Rat, Mole, Toad and my first ever Bolshie thought - you know about 'The Wind in the Willows.'