Ha, kad Keidžs ar sīko runāja par to, vai Zeme ir vienīgā planēta, uz kuras dzīvība, man pavīdēja neliela priekšnojauta par ārpuszemes dzīvību. Beigas ir visam pierādījums.
Bet visvairāk man patika par mūsu dzīves mērķi:
"I want you to think about the perfect set of circumstances, that put this celestial ball of fire (saule) a just the correct distance from our little, blue planet for life to revolve. Making possible for you to be sitting here in this [rividing] (nevarēju atrast, kas tas par vārdu) lecture. But thatš a nice thought, right? Everything is a purpose in order to it is determined. But than there is the another a side of argument. The theory of randomness, witch says, it's all simply coincidence. The very fact we exist is nothing, but the result of a complex jet in inevitable string of chemical accidents and biological mutation. There is no brand meaning, there is no purpose."