Science is wonderfully equipped to answer the question "How?" but it gets terribly confused when you ask the question "Why?"

Science is wonderfully equipped to answer the question 'How?' but it gets terribly confused when you ask the question 'Why?'

We manipulate nature as if we were stuffing an Alsatian goose. We create new forms of energy; we make new elements; we kill crops; we wash brains. I can hear them in the dark sharpening their lasers.

The scientist only imposes two things, namely truth and sincerity, imposes them upon himself and upon other scientists.

Consciousness cannot be accounted for in physical terms. For consciousness is absolutely fundamental. It cannot be accounted for in terms of anything else.

Of course I have other interests, but on the other hand, science is a lifestyle in the sense that it's a combination of profession and hobby.