All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
Murphy's Law, that brash proletarian restatement of Godel's Theorem.
Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
Why should things be easy to understand?
Someday it'll all be done by machine. Information machines.
Shall I project a world?