People remember Thomas Jefferson mainly for the Declaration of Independence, which he wrote in 1776. Some remember that he served as president from 1801 to 1809, but aside from that, few know much more of his life and work. In fact, he lived until 1826, when he died on July 4th, fifty years to the day after the ratification of his Declaration.
During those fifty years, Jefferson’s intellectual life bloomed. He was an inventor, a horticulturist, and especially a philosopher.
What’s also lost to history is that Jefferson was convinced he and the other founders of American self-government were losing the fight for freedom, and badly. Continue reading “Jefferson’s Warnings”
For some time I’ve been talking about upgrading human processes and behavior from a primate model – or, more properly from a hybrid model – to a post-primate model. I’m so deeply convinced of the importance of this that I’ve been devoting a good deal of time and effort to it. And recently I’ve found reasons to believe that a change from our hybrid primate model to a post-primate model would be in the range of a 2 sigma improvement… a very large improvement.
I was blissful as I drove past and away from Downtown. I felt light and free. My letter had been published, I had delivered the probe to the people of Chicago, and it had become an event. The important things had been done. I had money, knowledge, and 18 months to spend as I wished. Continue reading “Return Engagements: Book Three (Part Twenty)”
This line, which I’m swiping from Izzy Rabi’s mom, is something l’d like to write on billboards, bumper stickers and a hundred other places, as persistent reminders to all of us, that we should ask something interesting every day.
Harlan Robinson made it home just after noon the next day. He greeted his nephews near the road block; they had already heard about the destruction of the forward enforcement station and were glad to see Harlan safe. His wife Betty met him on their front porch, kissed him, and served him a lunch that she had been keeping warm on the stove.
I saw Martin off and walked with him as far as Michigan Avenue (which wasn’t far from my apartment), then drove to my garage and got ready to paint my truck to look like a City of Chicago, Streets and Sanitation truck. I found an appropriate paint store and loaded up what I needed. It was quite a lot of paint. Continue reading “Return Engagements: Book Three (Part Nineteen)”
Form time immemorial, humanity has enjoyed the presence of what we might call feminine influences and masculine influences (which don’t necessarily involve one or the other sex). These masculine and feminine principles have jointly molded humanity, and our progress has required them both. Continue reading “The Feminine Principle”
A clanking sound in the back of the motionless van woke JTM. Before he even looked around, he reached for his opium and started sipping. The pain was getting bad, not just in his head but all through his body now. There was more banging in the back, then Harlan opened the driver’s door and got in.
The Air Force brass went apoplectic over Dorothy’s column, with the rest of officialdom following. In the column, Dorothy condemned them for lying to the American people, of treating them like minor children, and demanded answers. She went so far as to say they were destroying the credibility they had gained in the war.
The two younger men at the barricade had slowly lowered their weapons while JTM spoke to the older man, whose name was Harlan Robinson. It was obvious that JTM was near death and meant no harm. The only risk on their mind was that he should come no closer; he would certainly be radioactive, and if they allowed him to touch them, they might be too. But, they didn’t worry for very long. JTM staggered half a step and fell to his hands and knees.