Senses dominate our thoughts, they channel our recognition of who we are and where we are. Loosen this vise of see, touch, and hear, contest their sovereignty, peer out of the squat, windowless enclosure they suggest we are in.
Look and think over a cup of coffee. See a familiar image on the surface, tap the cup gently and see the image distort, disappear, and return. Note the symmetry in the recurring disturbance. Let agreeable musings follow upon this simple emulation of space-time dilatation, the cosmic discovery that overthrew our natural presumptions regarding the universe we inhabit. . . . (tbf)

Do not delight in strength, rather take strength in delight.
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Neutron fission chains, exotic phenomena of huge promise and dreadful threat, are astonishingly sensitive to their surroundings. The sun coming up over the wall of Pajarito canyon in Los Alamos warms the uranium metal of Lady Godiva slightly, causing the wispy neutron fission chains to disappear, until I add a tad more uranium from a control room a comfortable quarter mile away.

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