The question of the ages, which I hope you and I will answer one day. All these, all these wonders of art, design, human ingenuity, all utterly meaningless in the face of the only question that matters.
I refuse to believe that mankind is a random byproduct of molecular circumstance, no more than the result of mere biological chance. No.
There must be more.
All utterly meaningless in the face of the only question that matters. Where do we come from?
