We have all entered the realm of the most wonderful topic in all of human potentiality, and the hardest to measure against what we know now. I would ask all, (i suppose as a last request, since my head is not breathing against the keyboard) if you would all please stop thinking of yourselves as being sure about things like this. A bit of humility here would be in order, and if i had a good joke i'd probably use it to lighten this place up. The world of reality is in total meltdown, on the stock tickers, the schmelzing polar caps, the tundra farting, and the developing schizophrenia of amurka. This might be causing some dissociative chakra problems, or at least an itchy nose.
Who amongst you know what the fook is going on, why you're here!
Please, for the sake of discourse, take my dying opinion as the only gateway to eternal peace, or at least as the path to some stashed offshore funds.
*The preceding Proscendant message has been brought to you by the ehemalige free state of Iceland, where it seems i have to spend my next reincarnation. i will, in the next minutes, be reborn as chaosdottir.
PPS. If you really want to discuss science versus hippy, yiou have to start by doing your homework: Olaf Stapledon's Starmaker. "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin
Me ! :-) An old man with a big beard revealed what's going on to me:
"The tradition of all dead generations weighs like an nightmare on the brains of the living."
And a man with a big moustache revealed why I'm here, to mature (finally):
"Maturity consists in having rediscovered the seriousness one had as a child at play."
:-) Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - that I moved to Nice.
