Women. They Are A Complete Mystery.

In His Eyes Shone The Reflection Of The Most Beautiful Planet In The Universe---a Planet That Is Not Too Hot And Not Too Cold; That Has Liquid Water On The Surface And Where The Gravity Is Just Right For Human Beings And The Atmosphere Is Perfect For Them To Breathe; Where There Are Mountains And Deserts And Oceans And Islands And Forests And Trees And Birds And Plants And Animals And Insects And People---lots And Lots Of People. Where There Is Life. Some Of It, Possibly, Intelligent.

If One Is Physically Disabled, One Cannot Afford To Be Psychologically Disabled As Well.

Maybe I'm Being A Bit Harsh On Philosophers, But They Have Not Been Very Kind To Me... I Have Been Variously Called Nominalist, An Instrumentalist, A Positivist, A Realist, And Several Other Ists. The Technique Seems Refutation By Denigration: If You Can Attach A Label To My Approach, You Don't Have To Say What Is Wrong With It... I Am Sure That Einstein, Heisenberg And Dirac Didn't Worry About Whether They Were Realists Or Instrumentalists.

We Waste Time, So You Don't Have To.

All That My Work Has Shown Is That You Don't Have To Say That The Way The Universe Began Was The Personal Whim Of God.