In curved Einsteinian space we are at all times, technically, looking at the back of our own head.

The poet is at the edge of our consciousness of the world, finding beyond the suspected nothingness which we imagine limits our perception another acre or so of being worth our venturing upon.

In curved Einsteinian space we are at all times, technically, looking at the back of our own head.

Something of the previous state, however, survives every change. This is called in the language of cybernetics (which took it form the language of machines) feedback, the advantages of learning from experience and of having developed reflexes.

Sometimes when reading Goethe I have the paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.

I never intended to be a teacher. I just like going to school and learning things.

Theres nothing like being a soldier for confidence or learning your limits or enduring utter humiliation.