Our Bodies Are The Time Machine.

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?

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.

I Think Dry Nanotechnology Is Probably A Dead-end.

We're Part Of The Unfolding World, Surfing The Chaotic Waves

Selling A Book Or Story Has Never Become Absolutely Automatic For Me.