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Since our origins, man has always had an overpowering need to believe there is something more out there . . . to believe that we are not alone.  For millennia, this need has always been filled by various religions, and their Gods.  And to their credit, those Gods have sufficed over generations well enough. But what if there was a different answer for humanity – one devoid of speculation and a requirement of faith?  One that could take humanity in entirely new directions, or perhaps even lead to the truth of our origins? When we look up toward the heavens today, we all have the same question.  “Are we really alone?”.  Some d

Could humanity achieve perfection by manipulating its source code, that is, its DNA?  With the completion and stream-lining of the human genome mapping process, where do we now stand on our path of evolution?  What does the future now hold for us thanks to a new genome sequencing technique? Recently, James D. Watson had his entire genome sequenced.  But, unlike his predecessor, his sequence took only a few months to complete at a fraction of the original price – a paltry one million dollars.  Researchers believe that this “cheaper sequencing will help medicine become personalized”.  But is that really all that we have to expe

Black vs. Brown.  Those unaware of racial tension in Los Angeles, California would probably assume those words reference a court case, or maybe a title fight. But for those that are in the know, Black vs. Brown is a term used to describe ongoing gang violence in L.A.  The ‘Black’ represents the black Americans involved, while the ‘Brown’ indicates Hispanic Americans.  Both groups, who make up most of the five counties heavily affected, are locked in a violent ‘mortal combat’ of ethnic cleansing. In the article, Father Greg Boyle discusses the tabs he keeps on those whose lives have been lost to him.  The count,

L set his fork down on the now empty plate, having finished his strawberry sponge cake. “Are you going to be able to work tomorrow?  I’m not paying you to lay around.” The girl sitting opposite of him looked up from her drink, her eyes glazed. “Sure will.  I’m fine.” “Really.”  It wasn’t a question. “Yep.  Excuse me,” she addressed their waitress walking by, tilting her head upward as she spoke.  “I’d like another.” The waitress acknowledged with a nod, but before she could walk away, L addressed her. “Please cancel that.  We are leaving”. The confused gir