The mature brain is a time capsule. History resides in its structure. — Julian B. Barbour, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe
The mature brain is a time capsule. History resides in its structure. — Julian B. Barbour, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe
The mature brain is a time capsule. History resides in its structure. — Julian B. Barbour, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe
The mature brain is a time capsule. History resides in its structure. — Julian B. Barbour, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe
The mature brain is a time capsule. History resides in its structure. — Julian B. Barbour, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe
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The mature brain is a time capsule. History resides in its structure.

— Julian B. Barbour, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Our Understanding of the Universe
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