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A World In Which Time Is Absolute Is A World Of Consolation. For While The Movements Of People Are Unpredictable, The Movement Of Time Is Predictable. While People Can Be Doubted, Time Cannot Be Doubted. While People Brood, Time Skips Ahead Without Looking Back.

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A World In Which Time Is Absolute Is A World Of Consolation. For While The Movements Of People Are Unpredictable, The Movement Of Time Is Predictable. While People Can Be Doubted, Time Cannot Be Doubted. While People Brood, Time Skips Ahead Without Looking Back.

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Guiding Principles

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I Have No Opposition At All To Technology. I Think Technology Is A Wonderful Thing That Has To Be Used Thoughtfully, And We Can't Just Assume That Every Bit Of New Technology Improvesthe Quality Of Life; It's Really In How The Technology Is Used. What I Am Very Disturbed About Is This Trend Of Everything Happening Faster And Faster And Faster And There Being More And More General Noise In The World, And Less And Less Time For Quiet Reflection On Who We Are, And Where We're Going.

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I Think That The Scienti?c Way Of Looking At The World, And The Humanistic Way Of Looking At The World Are Complementary. There Are Important Differences Which Should Be Preserved, And In Trying To Do Away With Those Differences We Would Lose Something The Same Way As If We Tried To Make All Religions One Religion Or All Races One Race. There Is A Cultural Diversity That's Very Valuable, And It's Valuable To Have Different Ways Of Looking At The World.

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New Experiences

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So Many Little Lives, Amounting To Nothing. I Ask You: What Is Infinity Multiplied By Zero? It Is Hardly Worth Our Discussion.

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One Day I'm Going To Write A Book About Osprey. It Has Really Gotten Deep Into My Bloodstream. So When You Ask What Else I Do, I Feel Like This Is Part Of What I Do....is To Watch These Birds.

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Each Time Is True, But The Truths Are Not The Same.

With A Background In Science I Am Extremely Interested In The Meeting Ground Of Science, Theology, And Philosophy, Especially The Ethical Questions At The Border Of Science And Theology.

Ethical Questions

For It Is Only Habit And Memory That Dulls The Physical Passion. Without Memory, Each Night Is The First Night, Each Morning Is The First Morning, Each Kiss And Touch Are The First.

The Target Of Power Is More Interesting Than Its Quantity.

I Love The Fact Publishers Are Still Publishing Unprofitable Material. It's A Challenge To The Powers That Be. It's Saying There Is A Real Literature In This Country And We Will Keep Publishing It.

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In This World, There Are Two Times. There Is Mechanical Time And There Is Body Time. The First Is As Rigid And Metallic As A Massive Pendulum Of Iron That Swings Back And Forth, Back And Forth, Back And Forth. The Second Squirms And Wriggles Like A Bluefish In A Bay. The First Is Unyielding, Predetermined. The Second Makes Up Its Mind As It Goes Along.

Human Beings Consider Themselves Satisfied Only Compared To Some Other Condition. A Man Who Has Owned Nothing But A Bicycle All Of His Life Feels Suddenly Wealthy The Moment He Buys An Automobile...but This Happy Sensation Wears Off. After A While The Car Becomes Just Another Thing That He Owns. Moreover, When His Neighbor Next Door Buys Two Cars, In An Instant Our Man Feels Wretchedly Poor And Deprived.

I Consider Myself An Essayist And A Fiction Writer. In The Essays, I Certainly Have Been Influenced By Some Of The Leading Science Essayists. Like Loren Eiseley, Stephen Jay Gould, Lewis Thomas.

I Spend A Lot Of Time Just Listening To The Ospreys. I Watch Them Go Through Their Life Cycle. They Spend The Winter In South America. The Mother And Father Osprey Stay Together. It's A Monogamous Relationship. And Every Summer They Raise A New Brood Of Children. They Came Back To The Nest In The Middle Of April. They Take Separate Vacations In The Winter - The Mother And Father.

The History Of Science Can Be Viewed As The Recasting Of Phenomena That Were Once Thought To Be Accidents As Phenomena That Can Be Understood In Terms Of Fundamental Causes And Principles.

In A World In Which Time Is A Circle, Every Handshake, Every Kiss, Every Birth, Every Word, Will Be Repeated Precisely.

Continents Of Memory Had Been Lost.

As I Understand It, A Universe Is A ... Well, A Totality. A Universe Is Everything That Is, As Far As The Inside Of The Thing.

Writers Read Essays And Serious Thinkers And Serious Readers... That Is A Small Population.

Nature Is Purposeless. Nature Simply Is. We May Find Nature Beautiful Or Terrible, But Those Feelings Are Human Constructions. Such Utter And Complete Mindlessness Is Hard For Us To Accept. We Feel Such A Strong Connection To Nature. But The Relationship Between Nature And Us Is One-sided. There Is No Reciprocity. There Is No Mind On The Other Side Of The Wall.

For Me, Consciousness Is The Most Interesting Unsolved Problem Of Science, And, In Fact, We May Never Know What It Is About A Particular Arrangement Of Neurons That Gives Rise To Consciousness. Our Consciousness, Like The Air We Breathe Or Like The Passage Of Time, Is Central To Our Existence As Intelligent Beings.

Unconditional Love. That’s What He Wants To Give Her And What He Wants From Her. People Should Give Without Wanting Anything In Return. All Other Giving Is Selfish. But He Is Being Selfish A Little, Isn’t He, By Wanting Her To Love Him In Return? He Hopes That She Loves Him In Return. Is It Possible For A Person To Love Without Wanting Love Back? Is Anything So Pure? Or Is Love, By Its Nature, A Reciprocity, Like Oceans And Clouds, An Evaporating Of Seawater And A Replenishing Of Rain?

I Have Always Loved Magic Realism As A Form Of Writing. I Have Also Been Fascinated For A Long Time With The Intersection Of Science And Religion.

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