One May Even Suspect That There Is

This Fascination With Computer Models Is Something I Understand Very Well. Richard Feynmann Called It A Disease. I Fear He Is Right.

Human Intelligence Was More Trouble Than It Was Worth. It Was More Destructive Than Creative, More Confusing Than Revealing, More Discouraging Than Satisfying, More Spiteful Than Charitable.

They Didn't Understand What They Were Doing. I'm Afraid That Will Be On The Tombstone Of The Human Race.

Often I Feel I Go To Some Distant Region Of The World To Be Reminded Of Who I Really Am. There Is No Mystery About Why This Should Be So. Stripped Of Your Ordinary Surroundings, Your Friends, Your Daily Routines, Your Refrigerator Full Of Your Food, Your Closet Full Of Your Clothes -- With All This Taken Away, You Are Forced Into Direct Experience. Such Direct Experience Inevitably Makes You Aware Of Who It Is That Is Having The Experience. That's Not Always Comfortable, But It Is Always Invigorating.

I Am Certain There Is Too Much Certainty In The World.