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pulchra es amica mea - you are beautiful my beloved
 Song of Solomon

This site is dedicated to my grandfather George Adams
 - another backwoods carpenter with a Radiant Heart.
See also my technical site:

The search for meaning is the primary motivation in life …
The meaning must and can only be fulfilled by the seeker alone.
Only then can it satisfy the seeker’s own desire for meaning.
 paraphrased from Viktor Frankl: Mans Search for Meaning


Sometime ago, 
friends unsatisfied with society’s religions asked me to help them build a new worldview.
We began by surveying the science of the last 500 years, since Columbus sailed,
and combining their experiences and mine as a scientist, priest and atheist.
We found that the meaning of life was not a secret hidden somewhere. It comes from us. 
— Each of us makes our own worldview, as unique as our fingerprints. — 

Surveying the past shows glimpses of the future too:
Soon our rapid pace of change will accelerate even more and dramatic events will unfold -

 - when our computers extend our intelligence and then
 - when we take electronic form, live indefinitely and roam the stars at the speed of light.

                    - - - if we survive our bad monkey behavior !!

Kind friends, this is the story I promised you so long ago:

Yes, we have come this way before:


<<< Kenya 1,500,000 BC


Moon 1969 AD >>>

And can look back 13.7 billion years in 1 minute:


 We can also see:                 — Our beautiful minds — 

Some small change made our monkey brains into supercomputers.

and some of our future:

Like fish in the ocean,
        we swim in a vast sea of information. 
Like fish discovering water,
        only now are we becoming aware of this sea.

That awareness is called consciousness.
It will carry us deep into the waters of thought itself. 

Soon we will meet intelligence beyond our own.
But it will come, not from the stars,

It will come from us.


Thus we begin:

Come, my friends,  ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Come, my friends,

’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

          —  Tennyson.   .   .

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
On this voyage, You are the navigator.
You have the bridge.
You have the conn.

I love to sail forbidden seas.
— Herman Melville


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NEWS & NOTES:  I change this intro page from time. In fact, I change them all - from time to time.

2017-10-29 REVISION COMING - Coordinating with my technical site to discuss
    Major Events Coming Soon:
         1: The Singularity —  when our computers become smarter than us.
         2: Mind Uploading —  when we take on electronic form.

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