Ever since the 1980s one of my favorite authors in the realm of science has been Freeman Dyson.
The Princeton physicist has written books on a wide range of topic, from the potential perils of nuclear weapons to discoveries in the human genome.
At the moment, I’m reading a book about him by his son George titled “Project Orion: The True Story of the Atomic Spaceship.”
It’s impossible to delve into Dyson’s career without concluding he is several orders of magnitude smarter than the Al Gores of the world.
One of his themes is the complexity of the universe.
He thus gets a good laugh at all of the simplifiers of science, such as Gore and the rest of the what I like to call the climate scientology cult.
Anyone who knows anything about science realizes that something as complex as the Earth’s atmosphere offers too many variables to be understood in a matter of mere years.