Who are we? Where do we come from? Why are we this way and not some other? What does it read more

Who are we? Where do we come from? Why are we this way and not some other? What does it mean to be human? Are we capable, if need be, of fundamental change, or do the dead hands of forgotten ancestors impel us in some direction, indiscriminately for good or ill, and beyond our control? Can we alter our character? Can we improve our societies? Can we leave our children a world better than the one that was left to us? Can we free them from the demons that torment us and haunt our civilization? In the long run, are we wise enough to know what changes to make? Can we be trusted with our own future?

There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more read more

There's some ill planet reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look
With an aspect more favorable.

It's like having astronomy without knowing where the stars are.

It's like having astronomy without knowing where the stars are.

When thou cam'st first,
Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me
Water with read more

When thou cam'st first,
Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee
And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

These earthly godfathers of heaven's light,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more read more

These earthly godfathers of heaven's light,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.

Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy: the mad daughter of a wise mother

Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy: the mad daughter of a wise mother

That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every read more

That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every 'superstar,' every 'supreme leader,' every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

At night astronomers agree.

At night astronomers agree.

Computer science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.

Computer science is no more about computers than astronomy is about telescopes.