I like a book better if I can't predict what's going to happen.

But how does it feel to plug into a system that's say, a million times as smart as a person.

The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

I like a book better if I can't predict what's going to happen.

It's a waste to chase the pipe dream of a magical tiny theory that allows us to make quick and detailed calculations about the future. We can't predict and we can't control. To accept this can be a source of liberation and inner peace. We're part of the unfolding world, surfing the chaotic waves.

Computations are everywhere, once you begin to look at things in a certain way.

Our bodies are the time machine.