Vladimir Nabokov My friend, I`m really just sorry... My friend, I'm really just sorry about who, in secret blindness, passing all length of the green alley, just can not notice on leaves the striking network of the streaks and points of the tubercles or even the serrated tracks from saws of the blue-horned slugs.
Thursday, August 22, 2019
It's like Science, Molecules, Everything....
Some times it seems like nobody ever even tried to take science seriously. And to make things worse, the sci-fi I actually making a whole lot more sense than science fact. Big bangs? Multiverses of dark matter? Alternate realities? Are you sure that some one didn't change out my science book with Robert Heinlein while I wasn't looking? Not that I mind. His books ๐ are pretty good, but cannot we start going back to the good old provable stuff? Is that too much to ask for? And don't even get me started about biology! It is even worse. All of those proto-whatevers. It could make your head swim. Reality is what matters, and nothing else!
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