One day even computers may become depressed.
For me the appeal of Utopia is that if I am going to suffer melancholy I should prefer it to be in comfort.
Is there time in a void? Time exists in relation to matter.
People are a perennial disappointment. Some are distinguished by a fathomless lack of depth. The vacant head might pass for enigmatic.
Would precognition imply a future ready to be seen: a finished universe? Slices through static eternity.
How many times do we feel something is going to happen that does not? The correct hunches get remembered.
A sense of immortality coming from our dreams, where we seem to defy nature. Back to an age when laws of physics had less meaning for us.
I can easily envisage circumstances which could cause me to renounce my disbelief in the supernatural. Can believers say the same about their own openness to correction? A belief able to cite conditions for its falsifiabilty has more claim to reason.
Whatever indeterminacy affects this table at a quantum level, it retains painfully determinate abilities to impress itself upon my shins.
Space has no taste
but swallows everything.