The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Faces of Science #3

Freeman Dyson


estiv said...

I'm sorry, there's something wrong with this image. Freeman Dyson could never possibly have been that young.

He look like the ingenue's silly boyfriend in a 1930s movie, soon to be displaced by Gary Cooper. Or by an older Freeman Dyson.

Greg said...

I'm just glad you gave Freeman some recognition. He's a favorite of mine. I love his writing and his insights into science, religion and sociology. First time I saw him was almost thirty years ago in Jon Else's The Day After Trinity in which he offers the best insights of anyone involved.