Our Bodies Are The Time Machine.

It's A Waste To Chase The Pipe Dream Of A Magical Tiny Theory That Allows Us To Make Quick And Detailed Calculations About The Future. We Can't Predict And We Can't Control. To Accept This Can Be A Source Of Liberation And Inner Peace. We're Part Of The Unfolding World, Surfing The Chaotic Waves.

Lately I’ve Been Working To Convince Myself That Everything Is A Computation.

A Little-known Truth: Every Aspect Of The World Is Fundamentally Unpredictable. Computer Scientists Have Long Since Proved This.

I Think Dry Nanotechnology Is Probably A Dead-end.

One Of The Nice Things About Science Fiction Is That It Lets Us Carry Out Thought Experiments.