Science and Rediscovery: the basic history of the scientific cults

The rise and fall of science

During the Space Anticipatory Age (the mid-20C to late-22C AD), humans maintained a widespread opinion that magic was a figment of historical imagination. Futurist and science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke’s third law stated that ‘any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic,’ gaining a following of like-minded scientific imaginists. Similarly ignorant of the rule of threes, natural philosopher Isaac Newton’s third law states that ‘for every action force there is an equal and opposite reaction force.’ We can only speculate whether Newton was aware that his law held as true in the scientific field as it did in the magical field, as few natural philosophers distinguished between the two, and the majority of magical records have since been lost. It wasn’t until the 18C AD, with the advent of steam engines, that magic began to go out of fashion in the public sphere.

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Post any party or gathering, desirous of peaceI return, time and again, to the cliffs or the beach.To stare ever upwardsseeking, then seeingcompanions eternalwho exist in the night.Hiding in darkness, they're beyond our attempts,our creations that mirror,their brightness with false.With arm across brow, my vision expands.Would that I were in wildernessfar from city expanse.I'm speaking of stars,of Orion, the emu,who waits, between lightyearsfor substance of self.I'm speaking to starsof my troubles and theirs -of moments sparking remorse;of tears shed in shadows.I'm speaking, murmuring the words I could not speakat the party, the gathering,fearing stability's loss.Instead I have cliffsand stars who cannot replyWith a wind gusty, but free,and a leafy hollow for sleep.When the wind dies;when  the sun risesI'll wake to wander homeStable, sane, alive.