The Universe Is Almost Like A Huge

The Last Level Of Metaphor In The Alice Books Is This: That Life, Viewed Rationally And Without Illusion, Appears To Be A Nonsense Tale Told By An Idiot Mathematician.

A God Whose Creation Is So Imperfect That He Must Be Continually Adjusting It To Make It Work Properly Seems To Me A God Of Relatively Low Order, Hardly Worthy Of Any Worship.

Modern Science Should Indeed Arouse In All Of Us A Humility Before The Immensity Of The Unexplored And A Tolerance For Crazy Hypotheses.

Indeed, There Is Something To Be Said For The Old Math When Taught By A Poorly Trained Teacher. He Can, At Least, Get Across The Fundamental Rules Of Calculation Without Too Much Confusion. The Same Teacher Trying To Teach New Math Is Apt To Get Across Nothing At All.

Debunking Bad Science Should Be Constant Obligation Of The Science Community, Even If It Takes Time Away From Serious Research Or Seems To Be A Losing Battle. One Takes Comfort From The Fact There Is No Gresham's Laws In Science. In The Long Run, Good Science Drives Out Bad.