Knowing A Deep Thing Well, Which Is

Contrary To The Fantasies Of The Fundamentalists, There Was No Deathbed Conversion, No Last Minute Refuge Taken In A Comforting Vision Of A Heaven Or An Afterlife. For Carl, What Mattered Most Was What Was True, Not Merely What Would Make Us Feel Better. Even At This Moment When Anyone Would Be Forgiven For Turning Away From The Reality Of Our Situation, Carl Was Unflinching. As We Looked Deeply Into Each Other's Eyes, It Was With A Shared Conviction That Our Wondrous Life Together Was Ending Forever.

I Believe That We Are A Story-driven Species And That We Understand How Things Are Put Together, In The Context Of Narrative. It's A Shame That Science Hasn't Been Taught That Way, In A Long Time. It's Usually The Fact Completely Devoid Of Any Human Experience Or Any Idea Of How The Scientist Came To That Conclusion.

We Batter This Planet As If We Had Someplace Else To Go.

I Found That It Was Easiest To Convey The Information In The Context Of The Life Of The Scientist Or In The Context Of Our Own Personal Experience, And There Was No Idea That Was Too Complicated That Couldn't Be Explained Clearly And Directly.

My Knowledge Of Science Came From Being With Carl, Not From Formal Academic Training. Carl Gave Me A Thrilling Tutorial In Science And Math That Lasted The 20 Years We Were Together.