I miss the upliftingness of science. The soaring eloquence, the phrases on a thread. Facts interlaced and examined, studied. Everything now is so fast, so fleeting, so “gone tomorrow.” Wherefore art thou, Sagan? Your successor’s practicing his tight five on Late Night. Why can’t we talk about things that matter, we – all who matter – have all invariably asked to no one in particular. I want to talk about the real things, the things affecting people. Who doesn’t? What doesn’t? It’s all so much. So much nothing.