For a whole year, I knew the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Starting today, I am ignorant again.
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Among other things, pointing me to silly bits of pop-culture ephemera that I haven't noticed before. Such as, for example, The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny:
There is a divide within the biological sciences, those that are concerned with proximal causes and those concerned with ultimate causes. For every question in biology there are two answers.
A repost from the archives, providing background in theology
The Leaking of the Wedge:
Eli (normally a sensible chap) says: I think a lot of this revolves around the dichotomy between the rise to be observed by date x, the rise committed to (in the sense of there is no way of stopping it) by da
Happy birthday!
(When I first saw the title of your post, I thought perhaps you were writing something about George W. Bush.)
Happy birthday! You'll just have to change the base that you're counting in if you want to regain the answer (if you've heard the radio series, you'll know what The Question is, and may be aware that this proves that God has 13 fingers).
Happy B-day
and happy next-42 years, till you reach the twice-as-wise-as-necessary age,
young man.
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday, and many happy returns!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, young man!!! Being 42 was indeed fun, but those prime number years are pretty special, too!
Happy Birthday!
Herzliche Glueckwunsch! And thanks for not finding out the Question last year, it would have been darned inconvenient to have had to reset the Universe.