We've arranged a civilization in which most crucial elements profoundly depend on science and technology.
Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.
We have also arranged things so that almost no one understands science and technology. This is a prescription for disaster. We might get away with it for a while, but sooner or later this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.
The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent.
The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.
The brain is like a muscle. When it is in use we feel very good. Understanding is joyous.
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Skeptical scrutiny is the means, in both science and religion, by which deep thoughts can be winnowed from deep nonsense.
When you make the finding yourself - even if you're the last person on Earth to see the light - you'll never forget it.