Plot Is No More Than Footprints Left

...i Mean, You Don't Just Love People, You Must Love Them With Exclamation Points.

God, How We Get Our Fingers In Each Other's Clay. That's Friendship, Each Playing The Potter To See What Shapes We Can Make Of Each Other.

We Are All . . . Children Of This Universe. Not Just Earth, Or Mars, Or This System, But The Whole Grand Fireworks. And If We Are Interested In Mars At All, It Is Only Because We Wonder Over Our Past And Worry Terribly About Our Possible Future.

I Don't See Myself As A Philosopher. That's Awfully Boring.

You've Got To Jump Off Cliffs And Build Your Wings On The Way Down.