We Are A Way Of The Universe

Where We Have Strong Emotions, We're Liable To Fool Ourselves.

We Are An Intelligent Species And The Use Of Our Intelligence Quite Properly Gives Us Pleasure. In This Respect The Brain Is Like A Muscle. When We Think Well, We Feel Good. Understanding Is A Kind Of Ecstasy.

Clutching Our Crystals And Religiously Consulting Our Horoscopes, Our Critical Faculties In Steep Decline, Unable To Distinguish Between What's True And What Feels Good, We Slide, Almost Without Noticing, Into Superstition And Darkness.

With Insufficient Data It Is Easy To Go Wrong.

The Absence Of Evidence Is Not The Evidence Of Absence.