When we think about the future of the world, we always have in mind its being at the place where it would be if it continued to move as we see it moving now. We do not realize that it moves not in a straight line, but in a curve, and that its direction constantly changes.

Richard Rorty “ Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature “ https://circulosemiotico.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/rorty-mirroir-of-nature.pdf

                                                                                                                               Ludwig Wittgenstein

HareDuck painted by Luwig Wittgnsein. Suggestive question? May be you imagine nothing of that kind. May be the picture simulated Santa Claus in disguise. Virtual as your noetic perception is constructed you “ think “ a “ thing “ like a new cosmic order and the Earth in between.

                                                                                                              But even the painting on the wall behind,
                                                                                                              Itself an accident of shattered symmetries,
                                                                                                              Is only half eclipsed by his transparencies
                                                                                                              Of hierarchy and order,
                                                                                                              And the history of thought.

                                                                                                              From Rebecca Elson “ Theory of Everything “

                                 Found in: https://www.brainpickings.org/2019/04/29/regina-spektor-reads-rebecca-elson/?mc_cid=311d75f6e1&mc_eid=7d4a7cc069

Wenn wir an die Zukunft der Welt denken, so meinen wir immer den Ort, wo sie sein wird, wenn sie so weiter läuft, wie wir sie jetzt laufen sehen, und denken nicht, daß sie nicht gerade lauft, sondern in einer Kurve, und ihre Richtung sich konstant ändert.

Ludwig Wittgenstein, Verrnischte Bernerkungen, Frankfurt, 1977, p. 14·E