I Regret Having Been The Bearer Of

In All Of History, We Have Found Just One Cure For Error—a Partial Antidote Against Making And Repeating Grand, Foolish Mistakes, A Remedy Against Self-deception. That Antidote Is Criticism.

One Of Life's Joys Was To Have Friends Who Gave You Reality Checks...who Would Call You On Your Crap Before It Rose So High You Drowned In It.

...where Were Answers To The Truly Deep Questions? Religion Promised Those, Though Always In Vague Terms, While Retreating From One Line In The Sand To The Next. Don't Look Past This Boundary, They Told Galileo, Then Hutton, Darwin, Von Neumann, And Crick, Always Retreating With Great Dignity Before The Latest Scientific Advance, Then Drawing The Next Holy Perimeter At The Shadowy Rim Of Knowledge.

If An Outsider Perceives 'something Wrong' With A Core Scientific Model, The Humble And Justified Response Of That Curious Outsider Should Be To Ask 'what Mistake Am I Making?' Before Assuming 100% Of The Experts Are Wrong.

Change Is The Very Fabric Of Our Time.