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Who Are We? And To Me That's The Essential Question That's Always Been In Science Fiction. A Lot Of Science Fiction Stories Are - At Their Very Best - Evocations Of That Question. When We Look Up At The Night Sky And Wonder, "is There Anyone Else Out There?" We're Also Asking Who We Are We In Relation To Them.

Understanding The Laws Of Nature Does Not Mean That We Are Immune To Their Operations.

The Single Most Important Lesson Of Effective Communication Is This: Focus On Clarity. Concentrate On Precisions. Don’t Worry About Constructing Beautiful Sentences. Beauty Comes From Meaning, Not Language. Accuracy Is The Most Effective Style Of All.

Life Is Hard. Then You Die. Then They Throw Dirt In Your Face. Then The Worms Eat You. Be Grateful It Happens In That Order.

The Avalanche Of Time Sweeps Everything Before It. Every Individual Instant Hurtles Into Oblivion, Drowning Out The Obliteration Of The Instant Immediately Preceding It, And Then It Too Disappears Under The Onslaught Of The Next And The Next And The Next. When The Avalanche Has Shuddered Past For A Long Enough Time, The Perception Of The Past Evolves. Distant Events Grow Beyond Mere History And Take On The Weight Of Legend.