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Last night I saw a movie set in and around the character of Stephen Hawking. One of the more painful experiences of recent years.

The very idea of one human fantasy (god) and another (maths and physics) pitched together in a beauty competition is quite bizarre.

Just for the record, a reverence of mathematics automatically disqualifies an individual from any dissertations with respect to wisdom.

And wisdom has nothing to do with time, space, imaginary friends, or synchronised diving (degree of difficulty 9.99999, oh wow).

I think I literally sighed for a whole minute when I got out of that cinema.