The Glory Of Science Is To Imagine

As Finite Creatures Who Think And Feel, We Can Create Islands Of Meaning In The Sea Of Information.

I Am Saying That All Predictions Concerning Climate Are Highly Uncertain.

In The Future, A New Generation Of Artists Will Be Writing Genomes As Fluently As Blake And Byron Wrote Verses.

Intelligence May Indeed Be A Benign Influence Creating Isolated Groups Of Philosopher-kings Far Apart In The Heavens... On The Other Hand, Intelligence May Be A Cancer Of Purposeless Technological Exploitation, Sweeping Across A Galaxy As Irresistibly As It Has Swept Across Our Own Planet.

You Ask: What Is The Meaning Or Purpose Of Life? I Can Only Answer With Another Question: Do You Think We Are Wise Enough To Read God's Mind?