Death, boundless ocean - and every man an island. I love the sea for what it is, the way it pounds the rocks to grit; the way the sand grains in its grip fly light as ash in every wind; the way it roars - a cornered lion that flings itself against the land; the way it sidles off some days to ..
Imaginary epitaph: I was misrepresented - Charles Darwin Suggested by a new book What Darwin Got Wrong (What he actually said was Great is the force of misrepresentation.) Misquotation: literature's mutation - What price development?
Thousands of telescopes world-wide. All point to distant stars Hardly anyone studies the sun.