The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.
If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly.
Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.
Each time is true, but the truths are not the same.
While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.
What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future?
The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear flutelike song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.
Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant…
The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.
I’ve taken a philosophical position on e-mail. Although I think it’s a wonderful communication technology, and it has a lot of good uses, it is abused quite a lot.
I have always loved magic realism as a form of writing. I have also been fascinated for a long time with the intersection of science and religion.
As both a scientist and a humanist myself, I have struggled to understand different claims to knowledge, and I have eventually come to a formulation of the kind of religious belief that would, in my view, be compatible with science.
Music is, of course, a universal emotional experience, cutting across cultures and languages. I studied piano for ten years as a child and consider that experience one of the most valuable in my life.