The Motion Of The Stars Over Our

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.

Humanity Is At The Very Beginning Of Its Existence-a New-born Babe, With All The Unexplored Potentialities Of Babyhood; And Until The Last Few Moments Its Interest Has Been Centred, Absolutely And Exclusively, On Its Cradle And Feeding Bottle.

The Motion Of The Stars Over Our Heads Is As Much An Illusion As That Of The Cows, Trees And Churches That Flash Past The Windows Of Our Train.

The Essential Fact Is That All The Pictures Which Science Now Draws Of Nature, And Which Alone Seem Capable Of According With Observational Facts, Are Mathematical Pictures.

In This Model, The Sun Is A Very Tiny Speck Of Dust Indeed-a Speck Less Than A Three-thousandth Of An Inch In Diameter ... Think Of The Sun As Something Less Than A Speck Of Dust In A Vast City, Of The Earth As Less Than A Millionth Part Of Such A Speck Of Dust, And We Have Perhaps As Vivid A Picture As The Mind Can Really Grasp Of The Relation Of Our Home In Space To The Rest Of The Universe.