Listen, three eyes," he said, "don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.
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Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space.
Interpretation
Space is incomprehensibly vast and cannot be compared to our everyday experiences.
Douglas Adams highlights the enormous scale of space, contrasting it with mundane distances we encounter in daily life. By using relatable terms like 'the road to the chemist's,' he emphasizes that our understanding of distance is dwarfed by the sheer immensity of the universe, encouraging us to appreciate the cosmic scale beyond our immediate experiences.
In practice
In a science class discussing the universe's scale.
Listen, three eyes," he said, "don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "Ask a glass of water."
Protect me from knowing what I don't need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don't know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen. [...] Lord, lord, lord. Protect me from the consequences of the above prayer.
Computers are still technology because we are still wrestling with it: it's still being invented; we're still trying to work out how it works. There's a world of game interaction to come that you or I wouldn't recognise. It's time for the machines to disappear. The computer's got to disappear into all of the things we use.
What the computer in virtual reality enables us to do is to recalibrate ourselves so that we can start seeing those pieces of information that are invisible to us but have become important for us to understand.
We are stuck with technology when all we really want is just stuff that works. How do you recognize something that is still technology? A good clue is if it comes with a manual.
Science is now the craft of the manipulation, substitution and deflection of the forces of nature. What I see coming is a gigantic slaughterhouse, an Auschwitz, in which valuable enzymes, hormones, and so on will be extracted instead of gold teeth.
When, however, the lay public rallies round an idea that is denounced by distinguished but elderly scientists and supports that idea with great fervor and emotion - the distinguished but elderly scientists are then, after all, probably right.
The game I play is a very interesting one. It's imagination, in a tight straightjacket.
The average ground temperature of the Earth is impossible to measure since most of the Earth is ocean...So this average ground temperature is a fiction.
Vegetation is really controlling what happens...whereas the emphasis in the climate models has always been on the atmosphere.
I sometimes think that the universe is a machine designed for the perpetual astonishment of astronomers.
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