I Think, Therefore I'm Going To Have

People With A Psychological Need To Believe In Marvels Are No More Prejudiced And Gullible Than People With A Psychological Need Not To Believe In Marvels.

When We Come Upon Assurances That A Mystery Has Been Solved, We Go On Investigating.

Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data, And Only A Collector, And Am Likely To Be Gross And Miserly, Piling Up Notes, Pleased With Merely Numerically Adding To My Stores. Other Times I Have Joys, When Unexpectedly Coming Upon An Outrageous Story That May Not Be Altogether A Lie, Or Upon A Macabre Little Thing That May Make Some Reviewer Of My More Or Less Good Works Mad. But Always There Is Present A Feeling Of Unexplained Relations Of Events That I Note, And It Is This Far-away, Haunting, Or Often Taunting, Awareness, Or Suspicion, That Keeps Me Piling On.

The Fate Of All Explanation Is To Close One Door Only To Have Another Fly Wide Open.

A Procession Of The Damned. By The Damned, I Mean The Excluded. We Shall Have A Procession Of Data That Science Has Excluded.