“No one knows all the answers to the universe’s questions, but I admire anyone who keeps looking up at the stars and asking them questions.” They both believed in the seamless machine. That a zillion pieces fit together to make something miraculous. A beautifully ordered universe, where if you talked to the stars, they listened. Where things happened for a reason, be it the design of Holy God or Good and Miraculous Science. Something out there had a handle on this flimsy universe.
