There is something very strange about a universe where a few dead butterflies can balance a billion-ton tower.
Beyond gravity, some of that freedom was regained; with the loss of weight went many of the cares and worries of Earth. Heywood.
If we are unable to download, remember us.
No utopia can ever give satisfaction to everyone, all the time.
And as for the Council – tell it that a road that has once been opened cannot be closed again merely by passing a resolution.’ The.
But economical Mother Nature was always repeating herself, on such vastly different scales as the swirl of milk stirred into coffee, the cloud lanes of a cyclonic storm, the arms of a spiral nebula.
I am having difficulty in maintaining contact with Earth. The trouble is in the AE-35 unit. My Fault Prediction Center reports that it may fail within seventy-two hours.
Nicole’s intuition told her not to follow the fireflies, but she said nothing.
A thousand years in one body is long enough for any man; at the end of that time, his mind is clogged with memories, and he asks only for rest – or a new beginning.
Someone had once said that you could be terrified in space, but you could not be worried there.
The long-heralded global village is almost upon us, but it will last for only a flickering moment in the history of mankind. Before we even realise that it has come, it will be superseded – by the global family.
The future is built on the rubbish of the past; wisdom lies in facing that fact, not in fighting against it.
He had no wish to face whatever lurked in the unknown darkness, just beyond the little circle of light cast by the lamp of Science.
Believe me, it gives us no pleasure to destroy men’s faiths, but all the world’s religions cannot be right, and they know it.
And as for you, Paul, I assured him that you could keep a secret for up to six days without apoplexy.
Then I remembered that these men didn’t seem any cleverer than I was; they were highly trained, that was all. If one worked hard enough, one could master anything.
Man sank into a superstitious barbarism during which he distorted history to remove his sense of impotence and failure.
He knew now that when power and ambition and curiosity were satisfied, there still were left the longings of the heart. No one had really lived until they had achieved that synthesis of love and desire which he had never dreamed existed until he came to Lys. He.
The end of strife and conflict of all kinds had also meant the virtual end of creative art. There were myriads of performers, amateur and professional, yet there had been no really outstanding new works of literature, music, painting, or sculpture for a generation. The world was still living on the glories of a past that could never return.
All we want from Thalassa is a hundred thousand tons of water. Or, to be more specific, ice.
The hypothesis you refer to as God, though not disprovable by logic alone, is unnecessary for the following reason. “If you assume that the universe can be quote explained unquote as the creation of an entity known as God, he must obviously be of a higher degree of organization than his product. Thus you have more than doubled the size of the original problem, and have taken the first step on a diverging infinite regress.