I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.
My theory of evolution is that Darwin was adopted.
If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happen if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?
If God dropped acid, would he see people?
If a word in the dictionary were mispelled, how would we know?
Dreams, ideas, and plans not only are an escape, they give me purpose, a reason to hang on.
Faced by the mountainous heap of the minutiae of knowledge and awed by the watchful severity of his colleagues, the modern historian too often takes refuge in learned articles or narrowly specialized dissertations, small fortresses that are easy to defend from attack.
I believe that the supreme duty of the historian is to write history, that is to say, to attempt to record in one sweeping sequence the greater events and movements that have swayed the destiny of man.
The effort to understand the universe is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce, and gives it some of the grace of tragedy.
With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.