The Odds Are Lousy That I Actually

Anyone Who Spends A Significant Amount Of Time With Me Finds Me Disagreeable.

It's Just The Stupidest Law Possible... You're Just Making Criminals Out Of People Who Aren't Engaged In Criminal Activity. And We're Spending Zillions Of Dollars Trying To Fight A War We Can't Win! We Could Make Zillions, Just Legalize It And Tax It Like We Do Liquor. It's Stupid.

Actors Cannot Work Against Each Other. It's Totally Impossible.

Everybody Works The Same, But The Preparation Very Often May Be Different. You Cannot Work Differently. You Have To Say The Words That Were Written On The Page, And You Have To Make Your Marks. That's The Work.

One Universe, Four Forces, Billions Of Galaxies. The Precision And Complexity Of Our World Is Enough To Make Even The Famous Cosmologist Go Just A Little Bit Crazy. How Does It All Fit Together? Is There A Single, Overarching Design To The Cosmos? And If We Find It, Will We Glimpse The Mind Of God?