When I Get To Heaven

I Would Rather Be Right Than Rigorous.

The Doctor Who Diagnosed Me With Als, Or Motor Neuron Disease, Told Me That It Would Kill Me In Two Or Three Years.

We Are Very, Very Small, But We Are Profoundly Capable Of Very, Very Big Things.

To Boldly Go Where No One Has Gone Before

If Aliens Visit Us, The Outcome Would Be Much As When Columbus Landed In America, Which Didn't Turn Out Well For The Native Americans.