“Inventions were not like your children. Your children were all your flaws shown to you in a way that made you love them: your worst made good. Inventions were your best attempt at beautiful thought. They were objective; they worked or they did not. They had purpose, whether they achieved it or not. They were yours always, in that they did not leave you, or turn away.” SpaceClimate ChangeEntropySpeculative Science Fiction Book:Light from Other Stars Source: Light from Other Stars