Scientists Will Forever Have To

In This Acausal World, Scientists Are Helpless. Their Predictions Become Postdictions- Their Equations Become Justifications, Their Logic, Illogic. Scientists Turn Reckless And Mutter Like Gamblers Who Cannot Stop Betting. Scientists Are Buffoons, Not Because They Are Rational But Because The Cosmos Is Irrational. Or Perhaps It Is Not Because The Cosmos Is Irrational But Because They Are Rational. Who Can Say Which, In An Acausal World?

If A Person Holds No Ambitions In This World, He Suffers Unknowingly. If A Person Holds Ambitions, He Suffers Knowingly, But Very Slowly.

"the Diagnosis" Is By Far My Most Ambitious Book. I Such Great Hopes For It... There Was So Much I Wanted To Do With The Book. I Was Extremely Insecure About It For Several Years. Just Didn't Know Whether I Would Finish The Book Much Less For It To Come Close To What I Intended. I Think That For Any Novel You Never Know Exactly How The Book Is Going To Turn Out...

But What Is The Past? Could It Be, The Firmness Of The Past Is Just Illusion? Could The Past Be A Kaleidoscope, A Pattern Of Images That Shift With Each Disturbance Of A Sudden Breeze, A Laugh, A Thought? And If The Shift Is Everywhere, How Would We Know?

In This World, Time Has Three Dimensions, Like Space. Just As An Object May Move In Three Perpendicular Directions, Corresponding To Horizontal, Vertical, And Longitudinal, So An Object May Participate In Three Perpendicular Futures. Each Future Moves In A Different Direction Of Time. Each Future Is Real. At Every Point Of Decision, The World Splits Into Three Worlds, Each With The Same People, But Different Fates For Those People. In Time, There Are An Infinity Of Worlds.