Life, Unlike The Inanimate, Will Take The

The Secret, If One May Paraphrase A Savage Vocabulary, Lies In The Egg Of Night.

Each And All, We Are Riding Into The Dark. Even Living, We Cannot Remember Half The Events Of Our Own Days.

There Is Nothing Very 'normal' About Nature.

It Is Surely One Of The Curious Paradoxes Of History That Science Which Professionally Has Little To Do With Faith, Owes Its Origins To An Act Of Faith That The Universe Can Be Rationally Interpreted, And That Science Today Is Sustained By That Assumption.

Like The Herd Animals We Are, We Sniff Warily At The Strange One Among Us.