Scientific Progress goes boink?

We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are.

Until you stalk and overrun, you cannot devour anyone. -Hobbes

There are no restrictions of taste, approach, or subject matter. The gatekeepers are gone, so the prospect for new and different voices is exciting. Or at least it will be if anyone reads them. And it will be even more exciting if anyone pays for them. It's hard to charge admission without a gate.

Shutting off the thought process is not rejuvenating; the mind is like a car battery - it recharges by running.

The more words you have at your disposal, the more precisely you can express yourself.

Let's say that life is this square of the sidewalk. We are born at this crack and we die at that crack. Now we find ourselves somewhere inside the square and in the process of walking outside of it. Suddenly, we realize our time in here is fleeting. Is our quick experience here pointless? Does anything we say or do in here really matter? Have we done anything important? Have we been happy? Have we made the most of these precious few footsteps?