The Fate Of All Explanation Is To

There Is Not A Physicist In The World Who Can Perceive When A Parlor Magician Palms Off Playing-cards.

I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written.

It Is Our Expression That The Flux Between That Which Isn't And That Which Won't Be, Or The State That Is Commonly And Absurdly Called "existence," Is A Rhythm Of Heavens And Hells: That The Damned Won't Stay Damed; That Salvation Only Precedes Perdition.

[wise Men] Have Tried To Understand Our State Of Being, By Grasping At Its Stars, Or Its Arts, Or Its Economics. But, If There Is An Underlying Oneness Of All Things, It Does Not Matter Where We Begin, Whether With Stars, Or Laws Of Supply And Demand, Or Frogs, Or Napoleon Bonaparte. One Measures A Circle, Beginning Anywhere.

A Procession Of The Damned. By The Damned, I Mean The Excluded. We Shall Have A Procession Of Data That Science Has Excluded.