I would like to dedicate this blog to my descendants, should my genes be fortunate enough to survive for another millennium or, dare I hope, even a cosmically-brief million years. I would like them to take this book as proof, beyond a reasonable doubt, that their forefather was not a typical barbarian of his age. Maybe a little naive and ignorant, but as rational as could be expected considering the social and political environment of the time.
I would also like to thank my human family, which sometimes suspects that I am actually an adopted alien, for putting up with my never-ending search for the answer to life, the universe, and everything, rather than taking it on faith that it is actually 42 as revealed in the holy text. Seriously, what are the odds that the answer would just happen to be a whole number, and divisible by lucky 7 for that matter, rather than a prime or a mysteriously beautiful and complex decimal such as Pi or even c?