I love fossils. Looking at them allows me to travel back in time without leaving the museum I’m in. Nevertheless, it only tells the story of this particular individual or animal and is never a storybook containing the chapters of history.
My weight is about the same as a large dinosaur’s thigh bone. Obviously we’ve never met, nevertheless I feel some kind of familiarity. Is that because it’s about the unknown or because of my childhood [when breakfast cereals were loaded with replicas of them]?
When I traveled to Antarctica one of the fellow passenger asked ‘What time is it?’ I looked at the globe and said, ‘According to all those lines, every time you can think of…’
Whatever happens today or tomorrow in an instance needs decades of the past to be or become perfect.
Chromosomes are no match for genes. X + Y = …
Someone told me he’d been thinking about a solution to a problem all day long and I thought, ‘Wow. How do you do that if the longest thought you can have lasts approximately 4 seconds max?
The US had a ‘Pearl Harbor’ moment and so did the French. How come we know all about one but not the other?