Through most of my youth, I was a pessimist. My Mom called me Eeyore, after the gloomy donkey in Winnie the Pooh.
Posts published in “Scientific Curmudgeon”
I’m recovering from the flu, so I’ve spent more time than usual by myself lately, with odd ideas swirling around in my feverish brain.
The mind-body problem is the deepest mystery of existence. Narrowly speaking, it asks how a brain — a mere chunk of matter, a bundle of quarks and electrons — makes a mind.
I often dwell on free will as the new year begins, and my resolutions (quit caffeine, again, start meditating, again) are already wavering
As World War I wound down, German scholar Oswald Spengler argued in The Decline of the West that civilizations, like organisms, pass through a natural life cycle.