Sometimes in the morning, when it's a good surf, I go out there, and I don't feel like it's a bad world.

Science grows like a weed every year.

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.

My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.

Science grows like a weed every year.

Religion is inwardly focused and driven only to sustain itself.