Once I awoke, or was awoken, in the middle of the night. I felt so strange, when I did, that for a moment thought that I might be having a stroke. It was a vision of a dim golden space, and I was shown my relation to it: how tiny was all that I knew, and how stretched forth that dim gold space in what could be known. Surely, we cannot think that we have anything like only a little more to figure out in science. We have barely scratched the surface. We cannot even make the proteins that comprise us, and these are some of our basic building blocks. Not even all of physics is unified, not even to conceive of all of science to be unified, from pure mathematics to perhaps psychology, or anthropology, or sociology. We, in our pride, seek to know the mind of God? How, when we do not know even what is in our own?

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The Great Blasphemy