The Minute You Succumb To Outside Pressure,

Science Is Like A Love Affair With Nature; An Elusive, Tantalising Mistress. It Has All The Turbulence, Twists And Turns Of Romantic Love, But Thats Part Of The Game.

A Genius Is Somebody Who Seemingly Just Reaches Out Of Nowhere.

Yet As Human Beings We Have To Accept-with Humility-that The Question Of Ultimate Origins Will Always Remain With Us, No Matter How Deeply We Understand The Brain And The Cosmos That It Creates.

With The Arrival Of Humans, It Has Been Said, The Universe Has Suddenly Become Conscious Of Itself. This, Truly, It The Greatest Mystery Of All.

In Fact, On One Occasion, A Rather Pedantic Experimental Psychologist Was Telling Him About A Long, Complicated Experiment He Had Done, Incorporating All The Proper Controls And Using Considerable Technical Virtuosity. When He Saw Crick's Exasperated Expression He Said, "but Dr. Crick, We Have Got It Right - We Know It's Right," Crick's Response Was, "the Point Is Not Whether It's Right. The Point Is: Does It Even Matter Whether Its Right Or Wrong?"