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Most things we call black aren't, really. Like my coffee mug. When I hold it outside at noon, millions of excited little particles bounce off it. If I were a video camera with the aperture open, I'd see something like a phosphorescent ball of hot metal.

But I'm a human, and I see a black mug.

New Black Towers was the real black. Not even a single particle bounced off of it.

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In this issue:

Briefs

THE Philosophy of Navigation

New Black Towers: A history in 10 chapters

Where Has It Gone?

Blueprints

Free Lunch

Reactive Monument

Conspiracies

The Banality of Disbelief

4D Document

Investigating time and space

Previous Editions

July 2007

About the Moon


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