Obituaries of Dead Conjectures
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Standing between the legs of giants
Hello, I'm Randolf Higgins, and I am a failed scientist.
Theories can't speak for themselves, and so they speak through us, the people who conceive them, raise them, and eventually lay them to rest. Theories aren't born equal. They are all falsifiable, but only some of them are false. Like children, they come from you and are made of about half of whatever is inside of you, so if you only had the energy for one and it turns out to be no good, you have to wonder which half of you screwed it up.
Theories aren't like ideas, you know. You can have thousands of ideas in your lifetime and most of them probably don't make it past a month - they're like the fruit flies of the mind. Theories have to tie many ideas together into a unified whole based on observable evidence. They're the super-idea, the wellspring from which ideas come into being. I only had energy enough for one big theory in my life, and it ate up everything.
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