Success Is A Relative Term. It Brings

We Are Only The Temporary Custodians Of The Particles Which We Are Made Of. They Will Go On To Lead A Future Existence In The Enormous Universe That Made Them

The Downside Of My Celebrity Is That I Cannot Go Anywhere In The World Without Being Recognized. It Is Not Enough For Me To Wear Dark Sunglasses And A Wig. The Wheelchair Gives Me Away.

Our Population And Our Use Of The Finite Resources Of Planet Earth Are Growing Exponentially, Along With Our Technical Ability To Change The Environment For Good Or Ill. But Our Genetic Code Still Carries The Selfish And Aggressive Instincts That Were Of Survival Advantage In The Past. It Will Be Difficult Enough To Avoid Disaster In The Next Hundred Years, Let Alone The Next Thousand Or Million. Our Only Chance Of Long Term Survival, Is Not To Remain Inward Looking On Planet Earth, But To Spread Out Into Space.

We Find Ourselves In A Bewildering World. We Want To Make Sense Of What We See Around Us And To Ask: What Is The Nature Of The Universe? What Is Our Place In It And Where Did It And We Come From? Why Is It The Way It Is?

I Don't Think The Human Race Will Survive The Next Thousand Years, Unless We Spread Into Space. There Are Too Many Accidents That Can Befall Life On A Single Planet. But I'm An Optimist. We Will Reach Out To The Stars.