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Perhaps The Most Majestic Feature Of Our Whole Existence Is That While Our Intelligences Are Powerful Enough To Penetrate Deeply Into The Evolution Of This Quite Incredible Universe, We Still Have Not The Smallest Clue To Our Own Fate.

A Junkyard Contains All The Bits And Pieces Of A Boeing 747, Dismembered And In Disarray. A Whirlwind Happens To Blow Through The Yard. What Is The Chance That After Its Passage A Fully Assembled 747, Ready To Fly, Will Be Found Standing There? So Small As To Be Negligible, Even If A Tornado Were To Blow Through Enough Junkyards To Fill The Whole Universe.

It Is Ironic That The Scientific Facts Throw Darwin Out, But Leave William Paley, A Figure Of Fun To The Scientific World For More Than A Century, Still In The Tournament With A Chance Of Being The Ultimate Winner... Indeed, Such A Theory Is So Obvious That One Wonders Why It Is Not Widely Accepted As Being Self-evident. The Reasons Are Psychological Rather Than Scientific.

It Seems To Be A Characteristic Of All Great Work That It Creators Wear A Cloak Of Imprecision.

Earlier Theories ... Were Based On The Hypothesis That All The Matter In The Universe Was Created In One Big Bang At A Particular Time In The Remote Past. [coining The "big Bang" Expression.]