Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?
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Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum.(I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am)
Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum.(I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am)
One might speak to great length of the three corners of reality what was seen, what was thought to be read more
One might speak to great length of the three corners of reality what was seen, what was thought to be seen, and what was thought ought to be seen.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to read more
As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.
And that's the world in a nutshell, which is an appropriate receptacle.
And that's the world in a nutshell, which is an appropriate receptacle.
If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist.
If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist.
our day will come is another way of saying you get yours.
our day will come is another way of saying you get yours.
Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, read more
Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.
To be human means to feel inferior.
To be human means to feel inferior.
