jonathan ) wrote:




: I've realized many months ago that Complexity
: Science is a concept that is almost impossible
: to explain to those trained in classical determinism.

: The only possible way to prove this science and its
: profound improvement in understanding is to
: demonstrate it. An Unequivocal Demonstration is
: possible with this mission to Mars.

: It is The ultimate Test in that cheating is not possible And
: that the competition is certain to be formidable.
: In that The Answer is known by no one.

: My only specialty Is the mathematics of Nature

There are many "correct" interpretations of nature.

: If this site shows Nature, if this Is correct that the opportunity site
: displays a sulfate bacteria/freshwater sponge ecosystem
: it would be ludicrous to claim luck...Good guess!
: How many species are there?

Perhaps you should ask, "how many species were there?"

: And This Discovery that life evolved separately on two
: planets ...and...almost exactly in the same way
: Is too important...is too Magnificent to worry about
: anything other than the discovery. I don't care if I
: annoy. I don't care if I embarrass myself.

You presume that there was life on Mars. As someone correctly stated,
to have life you must have water. But to have water does not prove that
there is or was life.

: I don't care.

: I can live with being wrong, but not with remaining
: silent in a world that needs this science.
: In a world that deserves this discovery as
: This World has suffered too much from the
: dark ages that Is still Suffocating us all.

What if the water was determined to have been there eons ago, what then?

: It's time for the world to at last Understand the
: simplicity and her mandate. It's time for the world
: to finally understand creation and ...agree on
: God And how to shape our world in Her image.

What? Where di this come from?

: It is possible to create a Utopian future.
: It is possible to return the world to Nature.
: I promise!

Geez, this sounds like Ted Kazinsky(sp) of the Unibomer fame.
Sorry dude, you lost me.

Eric

: Jonathan




: "Their height in heaven comforts not,
: Their glory nought to me;
: 'T was best imperfect, as it was;
: I'm finite, I can't see.

: The house of supposition,
: The glimmering frontier
: That skirts the acres of perhaps,
: To me shows insecure.

: The wealth I had contented me;
: If 't was a meaner size,
: Then I had counted it until
: It pleased my narrow eyes

: Better than larger values,
: However true their show;
: This timid life of evidence
: Keeps pleading, "I don't know"




: By Emily Dickinson


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