Our Century Is Probably More Religious Than

By Means Of All Created Things, Without Excaption, The Divine Assails Us, Penetrates Us, And Molds Us. We Imagined It As Distant And Inaccessible, When In Fact We Live Steeped In Its Burning Layers

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.

Growing Old Is Like Being Increasingly Penalized For A Crime You Haven't Committed.

We Now Know From Neural-net Technology That When There Are More Connections Between Points In A System, And There Is Greater Strength Between These Connections, There Will Be Sudden Leaps In Intelligence, Where Intelligence Is Defined As Success Rate In Performing A Task.

Let Us Keep The Discoveries And Indisputable Measurements Of Physics. But ... A More Complete Study Of The Movements Of The World Will Oblige Us, Little By Little, To Turn It Upside Down; In Other Words, To Discover That If Things Hold And Hold Together, It Is Only By Reason Of Complexity, From Above.