In The 1970s, I Think

We May Be Living At That Moment, On The Cusp, When We Go From Being A Species That Feels A Kind Of Loneliness In The Cosmos To Actually One Sometime In The Not Too Distant Future Being Able To Confirm The Existence Of Other Intelligent Life.

Carl Did Not Want To Believe. He Wanted To Know.

The Way He Treated Me & The Way I Treated Him, The Way We Took Care Of Each Other & Our Family, While He Lived. That Is So Much More Important Than The Idea I Will See Him Someday.

All Of Science To Me, Everything That We Have Learned, Is Important To The Extent That It Brings Us To Our Senses.

This Planet Seems To Be In Such Sorry Shape. And I Can't Ever Think About The Rest Of The Universe Without Coming Back Home And Thinking What The Implications For Life Here Would Be If We Were To Really Have Some Definitive Proof Of Extraterrestrial Life.