1. Scientific Theories and Laws
2. The First Decade (1936-1946)
4. The Second Decade (1946-1956)
6. The Third Decade (1956-1966)
8. The Fourth Decade (1966-1976)
10. The Fifth Decade (1976-1986)
12. The Sixth Decade (1986-1996)
14. The Seventh Decade (1996-2006)
15. The Theory of More than Everything
16. The Eighth Decade (2006-2016)
18. The Ninth Decade (2016-2026)
Appendix A Paintings
Appendix B TTOMTE and a Steady State Universe
Appendix C Musical Compositions
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After about three hours of swatting mosquitoes and picking off wood ticks and other unknown species, I finally gave up on sleep and trudged back to the campus buildings. When I got to the room, I didn't even bother undressing and just lay down on the floor. In the morning, I woke to the sound of laughter from a prefect standing in the doorway. (Prefects were monks that looked after the dorms.) This particular one always enjoyed my little odd behaviors and probably wondered, "What is he up to now?"
About six months later, some local people invited me over for dinner and started talking about a cabin in the woods at St. John's. Did I hear the story about it, they asked. What story? They said something happened to a woman in the cabin, and the priests had to do an exorcism there. I checked the woods again, and my shelter sat about fifty paces from that cabin. It was probably only a coincidence, but I didn't think so then.
While browsing through a basement library, I came across a book about the origin of the universe. I hadn't thought much about creation for a while, but the book was an eye opener. It told about a big bang, something new to me and quite exciting. Apparently, a long time ago, somebody squeezed the universe into one teeny spot. Then when no one was looking, it blew up in a colossal explosion, and we're still feeling the effects.
One day, as I was trying out some different melodies on the piano in one of the practice rooms, the head of the music department overheard me and came in. He said if I develop and orchestrate the themes, the college symphony will play the piece. Wow! I studied a book on orchestration by Rimsky-Korsakoff who wrote the very lush Scheherazade. (One of my uncles always used to say he liked both Rimsky and Korsakoff.) That summer, I worked at an ice-cream plant while writing the piece called Agitameric for piano and orchestra. By the time school started in the fall, the composition was nowhere near ready.
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