One must have the intellectual courage to, once and for all; admit that there are no histories, that all history is merely a subjective and partial account. That even if we had a vast sensory array capable of sensing the entire planet in real time down to the molecular scale, that if we could pass that data into a relational system where it could be digested by software and rationalized by human users, even then we would have merely a More Accurate Historical Account and not, as we should very much like to have, a real History!

This is intellectual conscience itself, this is the key to the final door and it is, embodied, wisdom, for it is the love of knowledge itself.

To attack oneself and one’s own proofs, to never rest and to even invite attack from others that is the sign of a healthy and robust mind.

To acknowledge that even a point particle model of the entire universe in real time would only offer us a Model and that no matter how sophisticated that model may be, it is still an incomplete synthetic reference, to admit this! Such admission is the sign of our true future, a future where man comes back into harmony with nature, where technology is instrumentation and not a mere crutch for a hobbling civilization. For beware, though you climb to the greatest height, if you do so with such a crutch, when you arrive there and put that crutch away your stance may falter!

Science as instrumentation which allows the greatest instrument, Mankind, to play the music of the spheres, for the universe truly is a sort of fractal hologram and we are, all of us, inextricably bound up in this integral nature. Man as a tuning fork which may resonate the purpose of organic life, man as steward over organic life not the master, not the servant, but mankind as a key, mankind as an instrument on which the meter of the universe can be made sensible as a sort of living music.