Imagine How Different A World Might Be

I Write Seven Days A Week, Starting At 4 O'clock In The Morning, Including Christmas.

Outside, In The Newly Fallen Darkness, The World Had Been Transformed. The Sky Had Become A Glistening Tapestry Of Stars.

Men Go To Far Greater Lengths To Avoid What They Fear Than To Obtain What They Desire.

To Fly Or Not To Fly, That's The Question.

The More Science I Studied, The More I Saw That Physics Becomes Metaphysics And Numbers Become Imaginary Numbers. The Farther You Go Into Science, The Mushier The Ground Gets. You Start To Say, 'oh, There Is An Order And A Spiritual Aspect To Science.