You get to thinking of the Earth as an organism, a living thing. You get to worry about it, care for it, wish it well. National boundaries are as inv… - Carl Sagan

National boundaries are as invisible as meridians of longitude, or the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. The boundaries are arbitrary. The planet is real.

A little deeper was a fear of falling in love without reservation, of committing herself to someone who might then be snatched from her. Or simply leave her. But if you never really fall in love, you can never really miss it. (She did not dwell on this sentiment, dimly aware that it did not ring quite true.) Also, if she never really fell in love with someone, she could never really betray him, as in her heart of hearts she felt that her mother had betrayed her long-dead father. She still missed him terribly. With Ken it seemed to be different. Or had her expectations been gradually compromised over the years? Unlike many other men she could think of, when challenged or stressed Ken displayed a gentler, more compassionate side. His tendency to compromise and his skill in scientific politics were part of the accoutrements of his job; but underneath she felt she had glimpsed something solid. She respected him for the way he had integrated science into the whole of his life, and for the courageous support for science that he had tried to inculcate into two administrations. They had, as discreetly as possible, been staying together, more or less, in her small apartment at Argus. Their conversations were a joy, with ideas flying back and forth like shuttlecocks. Sometimes they responded to each other’s uncompleted thoughts with almost perfect foreknowledge. He was a considerate and inventive lover. And anyway, she liked his pheromones. She was sometimes amazed at what she was able to do and say in his presence, because of their love. She came to admire him so much that his love for her affected her own self-esteem: She liked herself better because of him. And since he clearly felt the same, there was a kind of infinite regress of love and respect underlying their relationship. At least, that was how she described it to herself. In the presence of so many of her friends, she had felt an undercurrent of loneliness. With Ken, it was gone. She was comfortable describing to h

"Essa é uma das razões pelas quais as religiões organizadas não me inspiram confiança. Que líderes dos principais credos reconhecem que suas crenças talvez sejam incompletas ou errôneas, e criam institutos para revelar possíveis deficiências doutrinárias? Além do teste da vida cotidiana, quem verifica sistematicamente as circunstâncias em que os ensinamentos religiosos tradicionais talvez ja não se apliquem? (É concebível que as doutrinas e a ética que podem ter funcionado muito bem nos tempos patriarcais, patrísticos ou medievais sejam totalmente inválidas no mundo bastante diferente que habitamos hoje.) Que sermões examinam imparcialmente a hipótese de Deus? Que prêmios os céticos religiosos ganham das religiões estabelecidas - ou, nesse aspecto, que recompensas os céticos sociais e econômicos recebem da sociedade em que vivem?
A ciência, observa Ann Druyan, está sempre nos sussurrando ao ouvido: "Lembre-se, você é novo nisso. Pode estar equivocado. Já errou antes". Apesar de todo o discurso da humildade, mostrem-me algo comparável na religião. Acredita-se que as Escrituras sejam de inspiração divina - uma expressão com muitos significados. Mas e se forem simplesmente criadas por seres humanos falíveis?"

So in an age when traditional religions have been under withering fire from science, is it not natural to wrap up the old gods and demons in scientific raiment and call them aliens?