Indeed, while unable to even begin to bask in the glow that is the "Psychohistory of Hari Seldon", it is a step towards such a thing. I start to think that this is just the start, and that perhaps Asimov was more a prophet than what we ever could've realized.
Of course we have to remember that Hari Seldon is a work of fiction...the question we have to ask ourselves is it art that mimics life or life that mimics art?
Indeed, while unable to even begin to bask in the glow that is the "Psychohistory of Hari Seldon", it is a step towards such a thing. I start to think that this is just the start, and that perhaps Asimov was more a prophet than what we ever could've realized. Of course we have to remember that Hari Seldon is a work of fiction...the question we have to ask ourselves is it art that mimics life or life that mimics art?