In All Our Searching, The

An Organism At War With Itself Is Doomed.

Atoms Are Mainly Empty Space. Matter Is Composed Chiefly Of Nothing.

We Can't Help It. Life Looks For Life.

A Millennium Before Europeans Were Willing To Divest Themselves Of The Biblical Idea That The World Was A Few Thousand Years Old, The Mayans Were Thinking Of Millions And The Hindus Billions.

Our Planet Is A Lonely Speck In The Great Enveloping Cosmic Dark. In Our Obscurity, In All This Vastness, There Is No Hint That Help Will Come From Elsewhere To Save Us From Ourselves.