If You Over-plot Your Book You Strangle

In Our Constant Search For Meaning In This Baffling And Temporary Existence, Trapped As We Are Within Our Three Pounds Of Neurons, It Is Sometimes Hard To Tell What Is Real. We Often Invent What Isn't There. Or Ignore What Is. We Try To Impose Order, Both In Our Minds And In Our Conceptions Of External Reality. We Try To Connect. We Try To Find Truth. We Dream And We Hope. And Underneath All Of These Strivings, We Are Haunted By The Suspicion That What We See And Understand Of The World Is Only A Tiny Piece Of The Whole.

Writers Read Essays And Serious Thinkers And Serious Readers... That Is A Small Population.

Some Make Light Of Decisions, Arguing That All Possible Decisions Will Occur. In Such A World, How Could One Be Responsible For His Actions? Others Hold That Each Decision Must Be Considered And Committed To, That Without Commitment There Is Chaos. Such People Are Content To Live In Contradictory Worlds, So Long As They Know The Reason For Each.

Everyone Shares The Same Fate.

The History Of Science Can Be Viewed As The Recasting Of Phenomena That Were Once Thought To Be Accidents As Phenomena That Can Be Understood In Terms Of Fundamental Causes And Principles.