Look up at the stars and not down at your feet.
 It would not be much of a universe if it wasn’t home to the people you love.
   Stephen Hawking, 1942-2018, on pi day 3.14, well played sir


This site is dedicated to my grandfather George Adams,
 another backwoods carpenter with a radiant heart.

See also my technical site: GarethHarris.com

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: Man’s Search for Meaning - Amazon or PDF...

pulchra es, amica mea = you are beautiful my beloved
— Song of Solomon

Kind friends,
We now live in a world far beyond what our ancestors would consider magic - a world now of GPS and jet planes, stars and galaxies, computers and DNA. Our ancestors' worldview from thousands of years ago - gods and goddesses, angels and demons, griffins and unicorns and miracles, is no longer meaningful to many of us.

Sometime ago,  
friends unsatisfied with society and its religions asked me to help them build a new worldview.
By surveying the science of the last 500 years, since Columbus sailed, 
and combining our experiences - from scientist and priest to atheist and musician,
We found that the meaning of life was not a secret hidden somewhere, but lies inside each of us.

The meaning comes from you, only you. 
                              Only you can assign the meaning of your life.


As I promised so long ago, here begins our story - the story of the humans:


Beginning in:

<<< Kenya 1,500,000 BC


Reaching to:            

Moon 1969 AD >>>

We can see back - to some of the beginning:

We have also discovered something astonishing, right between our ears:


 — Our beautiful minds — 

Some small change made our monkey brains into supercomputers.

And we can see ahead, to 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.


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.   .   .


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