~ PROLOGUE ~ HOW I MET THE CLIMATE ~ THE MEANING OF SCIENCE ~ THE STATE OF THE CLIMATE ~ BEGINNING
ONE CHANCE ~ TRIBES ~ SENTIENCE ~
~ AGONY ~ LETTER TO PRESIDENT REIF OF MIT
WHO IS AT FAULT ~ CRITIQUE OF THE NEW YORK TIMES ~
WORLD CLIMATE AUTHORITY ~ A BIT OF BIO ~ APOLLO 8 ~ EPILOGUE
the infinite river
Time is infinte. It flows from out-of-site to out-of-site. Unless you trust scientists. Then time had a beginning, but no clue about the end. You ask about before, and they shake their heads and mumble something about curled up dimensions. And you conclude they are nuts, except for all the goodies that make your life work. You can't take a breath, sit down, put on your cloths or drive to work without "science."
I have only one gripe that goes with every human being I talk to.
"I just know. I am sure. It's in the bible. I just know."