His Master’s Voice
When we do science, it is because we believe to succeed. To do so, we blind ourselves to the possibility of failure. This might sound surprising – isn’t it, after all, a requirement of good science to endlessly avoid to...
Ode to Westlothiana
I sing thee, Westlothiana, mother of us all. You cannot hear my song; being embedded in the rock for 338 million years made you hard of hearing. Yet you heard; you were alive. It was a quiet time. Rain dropped...
The Hell of Gravity
The chaos theory may have gone out of fashion, but be careful not to just whistle along pretending everything’s all right when you get out of bed in the morning to sip an instant caffè latte. Besides, what happened in...