Men in their arrogance claim to understand the nature of creation, and devise elaborate theories to describe its behavior. But always they discover in the end that God was quite a bit more clever than they thought.
Beware, you who seek first and final principles, for you are trampling the garden of an angry God and he awaits you just beyond the last theorem.
Man's unfailing capacity to believe what he prefers to be true rather than what the evidence shows to be likely and possible has always astounded me. We long for a caring Universe which will save us from our childish mistakes, and in the face of mountains of evidence to the contrary we will pin all our hopes on the slimmest of doubts. God has not been proven not to exist, therefore he must exist.
: know that science is a trick on white people and that the shamans of the mountains, the jungle, the desert and the steppe have hated Stephen Hawking for five thousand years.
I don't wanna talk to a scientist, y'all motherfuckers lyin' and gettin' me pissed!
Jesus, homeopaths get on my nerves with the whole "Well, science doesn't know
everything!" Well, science
knows it doesn't know everything; otherwise,
it'd stop. [...] But just because science doesn't know everything doesn't mean you can fill in the gaps with whatever fairytale most appeals to you.