Until The Seventeenth Century There Was No

We Favor Hypotheses For Their Simplicity And Explanatory Power, Much As The Architect Of The World Might Have Done In Choosing Which Possibility To Create.

Much Early Alchemy Seems To Have Been Adventure. You Heated And Mixed And Burnt And Pounded And To See What Would Happen. An Adventure Might Suggest An Hypothesis That Can Subsequently Be Tested, But Adventure Is Prior To Theory.

The Bad Player Is The One Who Tries To Calculate And Play With The Odds, As If His Game, His Life, Were One Of A Large Number Of Games. To Do So Is At Best To Succumb To Another Necessity, The Necessity Of Large Numbers. The Good Player Does Not Fool Himself, And Accepts That There Is Exactly One Chance, Which Produces By Chance The Necessity And Even The Purpose That He Experiences.

Plutonium Has A Quite Extraordinary Relationship With People. They Made It, And It Kills Them.

By Legend And Perhaps By Nature Philosophers Are More Accustomed To The Armchair Than The Workbench.