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We are the children of a technological age. We have found streamlined ways of doing much of our routine work. read more
We are the children of a technological age. We have found streamlined ways of doing much of our routine work. Printing is no longer the only way of reproducing books. Reading them, however, has not changed...
It will free man from his remaining chains, the chains of gravity which still tie him to this planet. It read more
It will free man from his remaining chains, the chains of gravity which still tie him to this planet. It will open to him the gates of heaven.
The dedicated physician is constantly striving for a balance between personal, human values, scientific realities and the inevitabilities of God's read more
The dedicated physician is constantly striving for a balance between personal, human values, scientific realities and the inevitabilities of God's will.
If a trainstation is where the train stops, what's a workstation...?
If a trainstation is where the train stops, what's a workstation...?
Scientists are the easiest to fool. They think in straight, predictable, directable, and therefore misdirectable, lines. The only world they read more
Scientists are the easiest to fool. They think in straight, predictable, directable, and therefore misdirectable, lines. The only world they know is the one where everything has a logical explanation and things are what they appear to be. Children and conjurors - they terrify me. Scientists are no problem; against them I feel quite confident. -James P. Hogan.
Where there is the necessary technical skill to move mountains, there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.
Where there is the necessary technical skill to move mountains, there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.
Touch a scientist and you touch a child.
Touch a scientist and you touch a child.
So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! He can't even get to the read more
So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! He can't even get to the office without undergoing the agonies of the damned, but give him a little metal, a few chemicals, some wire and twenty or thirty billion dollars and, vroom! there he is, up on a rock a quarter of a million miles up in the sky.
This problem, too, will look simple after it is solved.
This problem, too, will look simple after it is solved.
