The Jester Is Brother To The Sage.

History Is A Priori Amoral; It Has No Conscience.

Wherever We Find Orderly, Stable Systems In Nature, We Find That They Are Hierarchically Structured, For The Simple Reason That Without Such Structuring Of Complex Systems Into Sub-assemblies, There Could Be No Order And Stability- Except The Order Of A Dead Universe Filled With A Uniformly Distributed Gas.

Two Half Truths Do Not Make A Truth.

History Knows No Scruples And No Hesitation. Inert And Unerring, She Flows Towards Her Goal. At Every Bend In Her Course She Leaves The Mud Which She Carries And The Corpses Of The Drowned.

Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality Than Van Gogh's Sky . The Glory Of Science Is Not In A Truth More Absolute Than The Truth Of Bach Or Tolstoy, But In The Act Of Creation Itself. The Scientist's Discoveries Impose His Own Order On Chaos, As The Composer Or Painter Imposes His; An Order That Always Refers To Limited Aspects Of Reality, And Is Based On The Observer's Frame Of Reference, Which Differs From Period To Period As A Rembrant Nude Differs From A Nude By Manet.