Science Is A Tribute To What We

The Human Baby, The Human Being, Is A Mosaic Of Animal And Angel.

It's A Sort Of Curious Phenomenon That God Is Somehow Not Quite As Nice As The Devil; The Devil Doesn't Punish You For Behaving Well, But God Punishes You For Behaving Badly.

The Force That Makes The Winter Grow Its Feathered Hexagons Of Snow , And Drives The Bee To Match At Home Their Calculated Honeycomb, Is Abacus And Rose Combined. An Icy Sweetness Fills My Mind , A Sense That Under Thing And Wing Lies, Taut Yet Living , Coiled, The Spring .

Who Has Not Hoped To Outrage An Enemy's Dignity? Who Has Not Been Swept By The Wish To Hurt? And Who Has Not Thought That The Impersonal World Deserves No Better Than To Be Destroyed By One Fabulous Sign Of His Displeasure?

I Grew Up To Be Indifferent To The Distinction Between Literature And Science, Which In My Teens Were Simply Two Languages For Experience That I Learned Together.