bellyaching along the way from plankton to pulsar
One of the reasons that heretics intrigue me is that the debilitating effects of staying inside the canon make one vulnerable to catastrophic failure as well as ordinary embarrassment: it makes one provincial. As an antidote I study weird science, the historical views of distant cultures and other alternative (contra-factual) histories including those found in speculative fiction. It ain’t necessarily so.
Still, one must resist every temptation to conclude that the search has been a success and that knowledge has at last been gained. Everything one knows is still wrong.
I find this comforting in an odd way. I never arrive but I wasn’t going anywhere in any event, I’m just out for a stroll.