Science is dead. But for some time after its death still, there will be people who think they see its shadow at the back of a cave, and sightings will be reported as if to prove that it does, in fact, still exist.
I'm a bit tired of this subject, actually, because, the truth is, it was an old subject even before I was born, though most people don't seem to realise this. Of course, it would be more accurate to say that materialism is dead, rather than science. It's just that people still insist on living their lives as if we were in the age of Newton. Newton is dead. Darwin is dead. These people who proposed their own subjective views as the ultimate objectivity and projected the machine of their own clanking way of thinking onto the universe – they are dead.
I'm sure you don't believe me, but it doesn't even matter. Burroughs relates how a great samurai engaged in battle might swing his sword and leave his opponent puzzled as to why he is left untouched. "You missed," says the opponent. "You think so? Try nodding your head in three hundred years."
I don't think it will take that long. Our heads will all drop off. Hurrah!
