I don’t believe in God. But I believe you believe. And that’s… almost mathematically elegant.
Is it the cosmic microwave background? String theory? The Riemann Hypothesis?
Mary puts a plate in front of George.
Sheldon, Dr. Sturgis called. He wants you to come over after school. Something about a “dung beetle epiphany.”
Mary sits beside him.
I’ve decided on my Milky Way.
No. But equations don’t make you toast at 47 degrees. young sheldon s04e10 m4p
When I was a girl, I used to look at the stars and feel like God was winking at me.