I woke up
at 4:00 a.m. on the dot, so I put on my earphones and turned
on my bedside radio. I waited for Coast to Coast to come on,
and I discovered that Daniel Sheehan, of Christic Institute
fame, was being interviewed. Sheehan was talking about
extraterrestrials, and he seemed to be saying that Pope
Francis believed in them. He seemed to quote Francis as
saying that we should prepare for our encounter with
civilizations far more advanced than ours. I turned the
radio off and began to fume.
This is all the fault of the irrational cosmologists, who
should know better. What deductions can be made from the
existence of life on one planet? Try as we might, we haven't
found any evidence of life anywhere else in the universe.
Then I thought of the Music of the Spheres, or something
like it. The sensibilities of cosmologists must be offended
by the gross asymmetry that would exist in a universe of
stars and planets where life only existed on one
unexceptional planet. The concept conflicted with
mathematical esthetics. I concede that such a concept would
not be consistent with my understanding of the logical
structure of reality.
On the other hand, the asymmetry is only important because
we think life is important. We are biased, of course. From
the point of view of the universe and its structure, life is
insignificant.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Kaffee in Miami
Speaking of Kaffee in Miami, I am at this very moment having a cup of coffee in Miami. It is a cup of my very own making, and it consists of nothing more than hot milk poured onto instant coffee.
Since I've been here, I've had three cups of Cuban coffee, or three cafecitos, as they say -- on three occasions. All three cups were free of charge.
On the first occasion, I collided with a Cuban who was carrying a cafecito in a paper cup at a shopping mall. I didn't taste the coffee because it spilled on my arm. Drat!
But on the second and third occasions I was given cafecitos to drink. They were served in tiny paper cups that were only half filled. They were delicious -- or deliciosos, as they say here.
Since I've been here, I've had three cups of Cuban coffee, or three cafecitos, as they say -- on three occasions. All three cups were free of charge.
On the first occasion, I collided with a Cuban who was carrying a cafecito in a paper cup at a shopping mall. I didn't taste the coffee because it spilled on my arm. Drat!
But on the second and third occasions I was given cafecitos to drink. They were served in tiny paper cups that were only half filled. They were delicious -- or deliciosos, as they say here.
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