Everything Starts As Somebody's Daydream.

Sometimes There's No Point In Giving Up.

As For Aids, It's A Plague. We Are Human, We Get Plagues. They Come Along Every So Often, Kill Off Two Thirds Of The Population; In The Next Generation It's A Quarter; After That It's A Childhood Disease.

There Is No Cause So Good Or Noble That It Will Not Attract Fuggheads; And The Fuggheads Will Get All The Press.

There Had Been A Popular Joke On Freedom, Started By A Man Named Calder. Looking Down From Space, He Had Said, The Dominant Life Forms On Earth Were Obviously The Cereals And Other Grasses. They Occupied All The Most Desirable And Fertile Land; And They Had Tamed Insects And Animals To Care For Them. In Particular, They Had Domesticated The Bipeds To Nurture And Cultivate Them And To Save And Plant Their Seed. Now, Watching The Farmers, Alex Could Easily Imagine That They Were Worshiping And Genuflecting Before Their Masters.

Consider The True Picture. Think Of Myriads Of Tiny Bubbles, Very Sparsely Scattered, Rising Through A Vast Black Sea. We Rule Some Of The Bubbles. Of The Waters We Know Nothing.