We are the children equally of the Sky and the Earth.
Who will speak for Planet Earth?
There is a lurking fear that some things are not meant to be known.
Those who seek power at any price detect a societal weakness, a fear that they can ride into office.
What’s the harm of a little mystification? It sure beats boring statistical analyses.
Both the Freudian and the Platonic metaphors emphasize the considerable independence of and tension among the constituent parts of the psyche, a point that characterizes the human condition.
The fact that so little of the findings of modern science is prefigured in Scripture to my mind casts further doubt on it divine inspiration.
All inquiries carry with them some element of risk.
We have entered, almost without noticing, an age of exploration and discovery unparalleled since the Renaissance.
Ours is the first generation that has grown up with science-fiction ideas.
The uniqueness of humans has been claimed on many grounds, but most often because of our tool-making, culture, language, reason and morality. We have them, the other animals don’t, and – so the argument goes – that’s that.
Those afraid of the universe as it really is, those who pretend to nonexistent knowledge and envision a Cosmos centered on human beings will prefer the fleeting comforts of superstition.
I’m only a four-dimensional creature. Haven’t got a clue how to visualise infinity. Even Einstein hadn’t. I know because I asked him.
The Hindu religion is the only of the World’s great faiths dedicated to the idea that the Cosmos itself undergoes an immense, indeed an infinite, number of deaths and rebirths.
Which aspects of our nature will prevail is uncertain, particularly when our visions and prospects are bound to one small part of the small planet Earth. But up there in the Cosmos an inescapable perspective awaits.
We live on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
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Preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
The desire to be connected with the cosmos reflects a profound reality, but we are connected; not in the trivial ways that astrology promises, but in the deepest ways.
We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science.