The Human Baby, The Human Being, Is

Da Vinci Was As Great A Mechanic And Inventor As Were Newton And His Friends. Yet A Glance At His Notebooks Shows Us That What Fascinated Him About Nature Was Its Variety, Its Infinite Adaptability, The Fitness And The Individuality Of All Its Parts. By Contrast What Made Astronomy A Pleasure To Newton Was Its Unity, Its Singleness, Its Model Of A Nature In Which The Diversified Parts Were Mere Disguises For The Same Blank Atoms.

All Those Formal Systems, In Mathematics And Physics And The Philosophy Of Science, Which Claim To Give Foundations For Certain Truth Are Surely Mistaken. I Am Tempted To Say That We Do Not Look For Truth, But For Knowledge. But I Dislike This Form Of Words, For Two Reasons. First Of All, We Do Look For Truth, However We Define It, It Is What We Find That Is Knowledge. And Second, What We Fail To Find Is Not Truth, But Certainty; The Nature Of Truth Is Exactly The Knowledge That We Do Find.

When Coleridge Tried To Define Beauty, He Returned Always To One Deep Thought; Beauty, He Said, Is Unity In Variety! Science Is Nothing Else Than The Search To Discover Unity In The Wild Variety Of Nature,-or, More Exactly, In The Variety Of Our Experience. Poetry, Painting, The Arts Are The Same Search, In Coleridge's Phrase, For Unity In Variety.

A Theory In Its Day Helps To Solve The Problems Of The Day.

The Air In A Man's Lungs 10,000,000,000, 000,000,000,000 Atoms, So That Sooner Or Later Every One Of Us Breathes An Atom That Has Been Breathed Before By Anyone You Can Think Of Who Has Ever Lived - Michelangelo Or George Washington Or Moses.