We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance.

Behind it all is surely an idea so simple, so beautiful so compelling that when-in a decade, a century, a millennium-- we grasp it, we will say to each other, how could it have been otherwise? How can we have been so blind for so long?

I had a picture of a seven-year-old throwing a Frisbee around on the grass but it's treated as a spiritual place.

If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day.

We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance.

Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.