I Am, As It Were,

Unfortunately Our Nation, Nay, Our World, Is Run By Evil Morons.

What Is The Shape Of Space? Is It Flat, Or Is It Bent? Is It Nicely Laid Out, Or Is It Warped And Shrunken? Is It Finite, Or Is It Infinite? Which Of The Following Does Space Resemble More: (a) A Sheet Of Paper, (b) An Endless Desert, (c) A Soap Bubble, (d) A Doughnut, (e) An Escher Drawing, (f) An Ice Cream Cone, (g) The Branches Of A Tree, Or (h) A Human Body?

Some Ideas You Have To Chew On, Then Roll Them Around A Lot, Play With Them Before You Can Turn Them Into Funky Science Fiction.

The Simple Process Of Eating And Breathing Weave All Of Us Together Into A Vast Four-dimensional Array. No Matter How Isolated You May Sometimes Feel, No Matter How Lonely, You Are Never Really Cut Off From The Whole.

It's A Waste To Chase The Pipe Dream Of A Magical Tiny Theory That Allows Us To Make Quick And Detailed Calculations About The Future. We Can't Predict And We Can't Control. To Accept This Can Be A Source Of Liberation And Inner Peace. We're Part Of The Unfolding World, Surfing The Chaotic Waves.