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The Typepad platform has been down for a couple of days. Seems to be back up and running. More laster. Meantime a wee prose poem from Rebecca Elson's notebook, which currently sits between the bookends on my desk:
"We observe the universe, predict it, calculate it, expose it to rationality, we ask it carefully phrased questions. We ask the reason for the universe, and look for the answer in the state from which it came, not the end it serves...."
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