The solution of the Monty Hall problem hinges on the concept of information, and more specifically, on the relationship between added information and probability.

Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.

Underneath the shifting appearances of the world as perceived by our unreliable senses, is there, or is there not, a bedrock of objective reality?

The smell of subjectivity clings to the mechanical definition of complexity as stubbornly as it sticks to the definition of information.

Both induction and deduction, reasoning from the particular and the general, and back again from the universal to the specific, form the essence to scientific thinking.

As every bookie knows instinctively, a number such as reliability - a qualitative rather than a quantitative measure - is needed to make the valuation of information practically useful.

Entropy is not about speeds or positions of particles, the way temperature and pressure and volume are, but about our lack of information.

If quantum communication and quantum computation are to flourish, a new information theory will have to be developed.

An electron is real; a probability is not.

The switch from 'steam engines' to 'heat engines' signals the transition from engineering practice to theoretical science.

In order to understand information, we must define it; bit in order to define it, we must first understand it. Where to start?

Your mind is your tram

It is impossible to know the whole depth of someone’s character from a single moment, but seeing how they respond to the unexpected is a great start.

The "Wet Tongue Gets Stuck To A Frozen Flagpole" attack!

Daesh is attacking us. Their leader, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, wants to destroy the Saudi state. These people are criminals. They're psychopaths.

Open yourself and flow, my friend. Flow in the total openness of the living moment.

Special qualities are required of the essayist. A poem or a novel may spring from the inner consciousness of an author. Reasoning poers must be brought to reinforce imagination.

The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together.

One way to be aware of it, to teach to yourself, is simply to read work aloud. I love reading the endings of books aloud when I start nearing the end.

It is nature that is driving us towards perfection, and eventually she will bring everyone there.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight