To Me, Nasa Is Kind Of The

In The Words Of The Late Francis Crick...you, Your Joys And Your Sorrows, Your Memories And Your Ambitions, Your Sense Of Personal Identity And Free Will, Are In Fact No More Than The Behavior Of A Vast Assembly Of Nerve Cells And Their Associated Molecules. (13)

Instead, I Quietly Excused Myself And Went To The Bar, To Commune With Spirits I Know How To Relate To.

Gravity Disappears Again, And We Rise Up Off The Floor Like Spooks From A Grave. It's Like The Rapture In Here Every Thirty Seconds.

It's This Mood, These Sentiments - The Excitement Of Exploration And The Surprises And Delights Of Travel To Foreign Locales - That I Hope To Inspire With This Book.

If You Could Really Guarantee That The Money Would Be Spent On Something More Worthwhile, I'd Say, Absolutely, Scrap The Space Program, But It Never Works That Way.