If There Is Life, Then

The Sky Calls To Us. If We Do Not Destroy Ourselves, We Will One Day Venture To The Stars.

The Evidence, So Far At Least And Laws Of Nature Aside, Does Not Require A Designer. Maybe There Is One Hiding, Maddeningly Unwilling To Be Revealed.

We Are One Species. We Are Starstuff.

There Are Many Hypotheses In Science Which Are Wrong. That’s Perfectly All Right: It’s The Aperture To Finding Out What’s Right. Science Is A Self-correcting Process.

Sailors On A Becalmed Sea, We Sense The Stirring Of A Breeze.