"He leaned in. "Now. My turn. Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they can't explain, something that created it all at the end of that search. "And no matter how far they try to go to the other way---to extend life, play around with the genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty---at some point, life is over. And then what happens? When life comes to an end?" I shrugged. "You see?" He leaned back. He smiled. "When you come to the end, that's where God begins."