There are the rushing waves... mountains of molecules each stupidly minding its own business... trillions apart... yet forming white surf in unison.
In: Jeffrey Robbins (ed.), The Pleasure of Finding Things Out, The Value of Science (p. 144)
There are the rushing waves... mountains of molecules each stupidly minding its own business... trillions apart... yet forming white surf in unison.
In: Jeffrey Robbins (ed.), The Pleasure of Finding Things Out, The Value of Science (p. 144)