The Cosmos Is Within Us. We Are

If The Constellations Had Been Named In The Twentieth Century, I Suppose We Would See Bicycles And Refrigerators In The Sky.

The Hole In The Ozone Layer Is A Kind Of Skywriting. At First It Seemed To Spell Out Our Continuing Complacency Before A Witch's Brew Of Deadly Perils. But Perhaps It Really Tells Of A Newfound Talent To Work Together To Protect The Global Environment.

A Book Is Proof That Humans Are Capable Of Working Magic.

The Earth Is A Very Small Stage In A Vast Cosmic Arena.

We Live On A Mote Of Dust Suspended In A Sunbeam