If we do not speak for Earth, who will? If we are not committed to our own survival, who will be?
We humans appear on the cosmic calendar so recently that our recorded history occupies only the last few seconds of the last minute of December 31st.
It took the Church until 1832 to remove Galileo ’s work from its list of books which Catholics were forbidden to read at the risk of dire punishment of their immortal souls.
Maxwell’s Equations have had a greater impact on human history than any ten presidents.
Real patriots ask questions.
It’s sometimes easier to reject strong evidence than to admit that we’ve been wrong, this is information about ourselves worth having.
The Earth is a place. It is by no means the only place. It is not even a typical place.
We are prodding, challenging, seeking contradictions or small, persistent residual errors, proposing alternative explanations, encouraging heresy. We give our highest rewards to those who convincingly disprove established beliefs.
Nobody listens to mathematicians.
If the press descended, the science would surely suffer.
In Mozambique, the story goes, monkeys do not talk, because they know if they utter even a single word some man will come and put them to work.
In the long run, the aggressive civilizations destroy themselves, almost always. It’s their nature. They can’t help it.
In the vastness of the Cosmos there must be other civilizations far older and more advanced than ours.
For all I know we may be visited by a different extraterrestrial civilization every second Tuesday, but there’s no support for this appealing idea. The extraordinary claims are not supported by extraordinary evidence.
With insufficient data it is easy to go wrong.
As the ancient myth makers knew, we are children equally of the earth and the sky.
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven’t forgotten: The open road still softly calls like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
For years I’ve been stressing with regard to UFOs that extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.
But amid much elegance and precision, the details of life and the Universe also exhibit haphazard, jury-rigged arrangements and much poor planning. What shall we make of this: an edifice abandoned early in construction by the architect?
Maybe it’s a little early. Maybe the time is not quite yet. But those other worlds – promising untold opportunities – beckon. Silently, they orbit the Sun, waiting.