Life Contains These Things: Leakage And Wickage

In The Words Of The Late Francis Crick...you, Your Joys And Your Sorrows, Your Memories And Your Ambitions, Your Sense Of Personal Identity And Free Will, Are In Fact No More Than The Behavior Of A Vast Assembly Of Nerve Cells And Their Associated Molecules. (13)

Nasa Might Do Well To Adopt The Red Bull Approach To Branding And Astronautics. Suddenly The Man In The Spacesuit Is Not An Underpaid Civil Servant; He's The Ultimate Extreme Athlete. Red Bull Knows How To Make Space Hip.

There Are People Who Would Love To Spend Their Last Ten Years, Or Five Years, Or Whatever It Is, On The Surface Of Mars.

The Way I See It, Being Dead Is Not Terribly Far Off From Being On A Cruise Ship. Most Of Your Time Is Spent Lying On Your Back. The Brain Has Shut Down. The Flesh Begins To Soften. Nothing Much New Happens, And Nothing Is Expected Of You.

The Human Head Is Of The Same Approximate Size And Weight As A Roaster Chicken. I Have Never Before Had Occasion To Make The Comparison, For Never Before Today Have I Seen A Head In A Roasting Pan.