Stephen Hawking was an English theoretical physicist, cosmologist, and author, who was director of research at the Centre for Theoretical Cosmology at the University of Cambridge at time of his death.
The places our minds can go is intoxicating, alcohol is a catalyst to the world of wonder and metaphor. The abiguity that is human consciousness defies reality in an ephephenomenal stupur. I am thinking this goes back to the relaxed state of fireside conversations and invention of stories.
This historicity is Hegelian in essence, futurity of yesteryear projected upon a time. Wishful thinking is half the story, the rest is, well, History. Logically imperfect, our history is what it is.
