Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question, the same for every one of us. Science has no answer to it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I know that science is very interested in answers, and I'm just happy with a good question.
My brain is just always going and going and going.
The whole of science, and one is tempted to think the whole of the life of any thinking man, is trying to come to terms with the relationship between yourself and the natural world. Why are you here, and how do you fit in, and what's it all about.
I have wondered about time all my life.
When you get back to fundamental questions - 'Why should anything exist?' A, I'm not sure what the answer is in terms of the science, and B, I'm not sure that science can even ask that question.
I mean I think that when you've got a big brain, when you find yourself planted in a world with a brain big enough to understand quite a lot of what you see around you, but not everything, you naturally fall to thinking about the deep mysteries. Where do we come from? Where does the world come from? Where does the universe come from?
We come. We go. And in between we try to understand.
In my better sense of mind, I know that I'm far from alone and far from the worst, and the earth keeps spinning. Everything keeps moving, with or without me.
Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.
That is the essence of science: ask an impertinent question, and you are on the way to a pertinent answer.