I Could Fill An Entire Second Life

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.

I Came To The ... Open Gate Of Mathematics. From Here, Well-trodden Paths Lead In Every Direction, And Since Then I Have Often Spent Time There. Sometimes I Think ... I Have Trodden All The Paths ... And Then I Suddenly Discover A New Path And Experience Fresh Delights.

As Far As I Know, There Is No Proof Whatever Of The Existence Of An Objective Reality Apart From Our Senses, And I Do Not See Why We Should Accept The Outside World As Such Solely By Virtue Of Our Senses.

My Work Is A Game, A Very Serious Game.

I Don't Grow Up. In Me Is The Small Child Of My Early Days.