Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet
whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.


I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.


It can scarcely be denied that the supreme goal of all theory is to make the irreducible basic elements as simple and as few as possible
without having to surrender the adequate representation of a single datum of experience