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Without science, democracy has no future. — Maxim Gorky

To survive, Know the past. Let it touch you. Then let The past Go. — From “Earthseed: The Books of the Living,” Parable of the Talents, Octavia E. Butler

One thing I have learned in a long life: that all our science, measured against reality, is primitive and childlike—and yet it is the most precious thing we have. — Albert Einstein

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars—mere globs of gas atoms. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination—stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern—of which I am a part… What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. ... Read more …

There are two hard things in computer science: cache invalidation, naming things. — Phil Karlton, formerly of Xerox PARC, DEC, SGI, and Netscape There are two hard things in computer science: cache invalidation, naming things, and off-by-one errors. — Leon Bambrick, https://secretgeek.net/

If you really want to live in a world without tyranny, spend less time trying to show others why you are right and more time trying to show yourself why you are wrong. — Robin Koerner

Tyranny is not the result of a belief in a bad political theory; it is the result of a bad belief in a political theory – and that is an entirely different thing. To understand tyranny, then, we need to think a bit less about politics and a bit more about epistemology. — Robin Koerner See: https://www.robinkoerner.com/post/political-scientism-beware-the-enlightened-ones

The world is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion. — Thomas Paine

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more. — Thomas Beckett (Pozzo, in WFG)

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. — W. B. Yeats