I Think The Discomfort That Some People

Not Explaining Science Seems To Me Perverse. When You're In Love, You Want To Tell The World.

If We Continue To Accumulate Only Power And Not Wisdom, We Will Surely Destroy Ourselves.

When You Buy A Used Car, You Kick The Tires, You Look At The Odometer, You Open Up The Hood. If You Do Not Feel Yourself An Expert In Automobile Engines, You Bring A Friend Who Is. And You Do This With Something As Unimportant As An Automobile. But On The Issues Of The Transcendent, Of Ethics, Of Morals, Of The Origins Of The World, Of The Nature Of Human Beings, On Those Issues Should We Not Insist Upon At Least Equally Skeptical Scrutiny?

The Truth May Be Puzzling. It May Take Some Work To Grapple With. It May Be Counterintuitive. It May Contradict Deeply Held Prejudices. It May Not Be Consonant With What We Desperately Want To Be True. But Our Preferences Do Not Determine What's True.

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