When Reputable Scientists Correct Flaws In An

The Last Level Of Metaphor In The Alice Books Is This: That Life, Viewed Rationally And Without Illusion, Appears To Be A Nonsense Tale Told By An Idiot Mathematician. At The Heart Of Things Science Finds Only A Mad, Never-ending Quadrille Of Mock Turtle Waves And Gryphon Particles. For A Moment The Waves And Particles Dance In Grotesque, Inconceivably Complex Patterns Capable Of Reflecting On Their Own Absurdity.

Modern Science Should Indeed Arouse In All Of Us A Humility Before The Immensity Of The Unexplored And A Tolerance For Crazy Hypotheses.

Mathemagical Mathematics Combines The Beauty Of Mathematical Structure With The Entertainment Value Of A Trick.

When Reputable Scientists Correct Flaws In An Experiment That Produced Fantastic Results, Then Fail To Get Those Results When They Repeat The Test With Flaws Corrected, They Withdraw Their Original Claims. They Do Not Defend Them By Arguing Irrelevantly That The Failed Replication Was Successful In Some Other Way, Or By Making Intemperate Attacks On Whomever Dares To Criticize Their Competence.

If All Sentient Beings In The Universe Disappeared, There Would Remain A Sense In Which Mathematical Objects And Theorems Would Continue To Exist Even Though There Would Be No One Around To Write Or Talk About Them. Huge Prime Numbers Would Continue To Be Prime, Even If No One Had Proved Them Prime.