Science Grows Like A Weed Every Year.

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Each Of Us Have Things And Thoughts And Descriptions Of An Amazing Universe In Our Possession That Kings In The 17th Century Would Have Gone To War To Possess.

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Science, Like Nothing Else Among The Institutions Of Mankind, Grows Like A Weed Every Year. Art Is Subject To Arbitrary Fashion, Religion Is Inwardly Focused And Driven Only To Sustain Itself, Law Shuttles Between Freeing Us And Enslaving Us.