Now we have lit a candle to the power Of atoms; now we know we're heirs of light Itself... - Philip José Farmer

Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless
Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive
Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact
Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press
Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive
From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.

But he’s sincere. Which doesn’t mean he knows what he’s talking about.

Okay," she said, "I'll listen to the wise. Are you wise?"
"Wise enough," he said, "and mighty experienced, which is the same thing if you're not too stupid.