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The Human Race, Whose Intelligence Dates Back Only A Single Tick Of The Astronomical Clock, Could Hardly Hope To Understand So Soon What It All Means.

The Universe Can Best Be Pictured As Consisting Of Pure Thought, The Thought Of What For Want Of A Better Word We Must Describe As A Mathematical Thinker.

The Plain Fact Is That There Are No Conclusions. If We Must State A Conclusion, It Would Be That Many Of The Former Conclusions Of The Nineteenth-century Science On Philosophical Questions Are Once Again In The Melting-pot.

We Have Already Considered With Disfavour The Possibility Of The Universe Having Been Planned By A Biologist Or An Engineer; From The Intrinsic Evidence Of His Creation, The Great Architect Of The Universe Now Begins To Appear As A Pure Mathematician.

...nature Seems Very Conversant With The Rules Of Pure Mathematics, As Our Own Mathematicians Have Formulated Them In Their Studies, Out Of Their Own Inner Consciousness And Without Drawing To Any Appreciable Extent On Their Experience Of The Outer World.