Theories Are Just Fantasies. And They Change.

Human Beings Are So Destructive. I Sometimes Think We're A Kind Of Plague, That Will Scrub The Earth Clean. We Destroy Things So Well That I Sometimes Think, Maybe That's Our Function. Maybe Every Few Eons, Some Animal Comes Along That Kills Off The Rest Of The World, Clears The Decks, And Lets Evolution Proceed To Its Next Phase.

Grant Knew That People Could Not Imagine Geological Time. Human Life Was Lived On Another Scale Of Time Entirely. An Apple Turned Brown In A Few Minutes. Silverware Turned Black In A Few Days. A Compost Heap Decayed In A Season. A Child Grew Up In A Decade. None Of These Everyday Human Experiences Prepared People To Be Able To Imagine The Meaning Of Eighty Million Years - The Length Of Time That Had Passed Since This Little Animal Had Died.

They Don't Have Intelligence. They Have What I Call 'thintelligence.' They See The Immediate Situation. They Think Narrowly And They Call It 'being Focused.' They Don't See The Surround. They Don't See The Consequences.

It's Hard To Decide Who's Truly Brilliant; It's Easier To See Who's Driven, Which In The Long Run May Be More Important.

One May Even Suspect That There Is More To Reality Than Measurements Will Ever Reveal.