"When the whip-poor-will sings his melody in the moonlight, and it is answered by your own heart beating a bit faster in awed appreciation, who in their right mind would say that it was all conjured by imbellic billard balls slamming into each other by the laws of chance?" - Biocentrism, page 5.
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