Where the universe is our coffee shop, and the cosmos is our kitchen.
As a man of science, I am a man of faith. And as a man of faith, I am a man of doubt.
We are all in this together, floating in a most unlikely sea.
42 is just a number, but is it the Answer to Everything?
Or, is it just a particularly large integer?
We are governed, as by some great precept in the ethnic universe, by an invisible hand.
Or, is it just the hand of our benevolent dictator, the Galactic Emperor?