David wrote:
>I recall reading a work by an Oxbridge philosophe who
>casually but smugly announced that 'by the end of the first decade of the
>next century it is quite probable we shall have arrived at an explanation
>for everything'. Now apart from the unlikelihood of this there was a
>certain point that His Smugness left begging: that We Might Not Like The
>Explanation.
There are also physicists who say the same sort of thing, in their
eternal Quest for the Theory of Everything. Even should they untangle
their strings and find it, I am completely uncertain that a Theory of
Everything would explain Anything, especially pressing questions like
"How's the soup?" or "What is the meaning of (my) life?" Which is where
poetry might come in, should it care to.
Best
Alison
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