Declaration of Intent
Swimming with the salmon, dining with the bears

I had been warned. “Don’t expect an easy ride,” they told me in  hushed, sombre tones, as if that’s what a revolutionary would   expect. My first book unceremoniously upturned everyone’s  favourite theories, eroded the livelihoods and career prospects of  some important people, and with barefaced cheek   exposed the  rampant egotism that holds the high ground of physical science. I  put on a suit of Kevlar and stood resolute before the tempest of  wounded pride.

It didn’t happen. My brethren in science welcomed me with open  arms and a   palpable sense of relief. It was though they had all  been  waiting, on a dare   almost, for someone, anyone, to have the  chutzpah to stand on the city hall steps and announce that the  bubble had been popped. The illusion was shattered, and a tide of pent up frustration flowed through the breach. A little known astronomer from the Southern end of the mother continent had in his ignorance and lack of socio-political sophistication simply been honest: Science has gone haywire, and we really ought to be doing something about it.