Sometimes it does seem like my entire life is a childish play because I was simply lacking the genius that led Shakespeare’s characters to be immortalized by names of Jupiter’s moons. On the other hand the great Titan Prometheus only had a little moon of Saturn, and the universe is very large. I am definitely closer to salvaging Eternity from Oblivion by overthrow of Big Bang even though I did not seriously enter the arena of science in a proper way except in brief positions at Biospect/Predicant where I had reached the rank of Scientist II ingloriously ejected by the ambitions of some punk kid to return to New York as a quant who failed to produce anything better than a prediction model for commodities based on inflation which was a result of note. It is clear to me now that EVERY true result is of a great deal of interest. My life is a disaster in too many ways but such a childish play indeed.