The first thing I remember about the world…is that I was a stranger in it. This feeling, which is at once the glory and desolation of homo sapiens, provides the only thread of consistency that I can detect in my life.
The Nativity Among the oxen (like an ox I'm slow) I see a glory in the stable grow Which, with…
If someone points out to you that your pet theory of the universe is in disagreement with Maxwell's equations, then…
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.