Science Fiction Without The Science

Chances Are, The Aliens Will Not Want To Land On Our Backyard, Or Even The White House Lawn, With Their Flying Saucers. They May Have Tiny, Robotic Self-replicating Probes Which Can Reach Near Light Speed And Can Proliferate Around The Galaxy. So Instead Of The Enterprise And Huge Star Ships, The Aliens Might Actually Send Tiny Probes To Explore The Universe. One Might Land On Our Lawn And We Won't Even Know.

When You Come Up With A Theory, You Fall In Love With The Beauty The Simplicity And Elegance Of It. But Then You Have To Get A Sheet Of Paper And Pencil And Crack Out All The Details. Hundreds And Hundreds Of Pages. Because You Have To Prove It.

You Can Mass-produce Hardware; You Cannot Mass-produce Software - You Cannot Mass-produce The Human Mind.

The Universe Is A Symphony Of Strings, And The Mind Of God That Einstein Eloquently Wrote About For Thirty Years Would Be Cosmic Music Resonating Through Eleven-dimensional Hyper Space.

For Most Of Human History, We Could Only Watch, Like Bystanders, The Beautiful Dance Of Nature. But Today, We Are On The Cusp Of An Epoch-making Transition, From Being Passive Observers Of Nature To Being Active Choreographers Of Nature. The Age Of Discovery In Science Is Coming To A Close, Opening Up An Age Of Mastery.