Bo Fowler's Blog, page 8

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The Earthling has no future for he permits no change.

On the Earthling's melancholy

The Earthling presents no mystery onto himself; when a new Earthling is born he or she is not an enigma for the precise answer to the question of who and what he or she will be, the exact meaning of his life, is known in advance; he or she is and will remain Essentially, fundamentally this or that. There is nothing in the galaxy that will change this account of him or her  - nothing may be taken away or added to them.

The Earthling

The Earthling chooses his terrible unchanging certainties, his Essential truths, over whole planets of possibilities.

Heraclitus

You can never step into the same starship twice.

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Science is an art not a science.

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What is the font size of reality?

What do we need?

What do we need? Storms of new hypotheses, weak odds, mighty barriers, vast distances, grand and distant rendezvous with ourselves.

Fate

Our fateful day has arrived (even though we do not believe in fate).

Anatomy

How fortunate is the human animal that his anatomy permits him to gaze up at other planets - it is his only redeeming feature!

Pertaining to the Universe

All we can say is that the Universe will continue to get as complex as it can.