Only by doing the best we can with the very best that an era offers, do we find the way to do better in the future.

I know perfectly well that at this moment the whole universe is listening to us, Jean Giraudoux wrote in The Madwoman of Chaillot, and that every word we say echoes to the remotest star.That poetic paranoia is a perfect description of what the Sun, as a gravitational lens, could do for the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence.

Is there intelligent life on Earth?