title: The Motion Paradox: The 2,500-Year Old Puzzle Behind All the Mysteries of Time and Space
author:  Joseph Mazur 
description: The Greek philosopher Zeno sought to reveal that motion and speed were logical impossibilities; one of his famous four paradoxes argued that a moving object can never reach its destination, because it must first travel half the distance, then half the remaining distance, and so on. In this entertaining, informative diversion, Mazur (<I>Euclid in the Rainforest</I>) spins out the discoveries of the mathematicians and scientists who have grappled with the riddles of time and space over the last two millennia, from Aristotle up to Heisenberg and contemporary string theorists. Yet for all their answers, the fundamental premise that motion is an illusion created by consciousness still remains. Many elements of the story, such as the astronomical breakthroughs of Galileo and Tycho, or the simultaneous development of calculus by Leibniz and Newton, have been discussed in greater detail in other recent books. But Mazur spins a good yarn, and his conversational tone holds readers' attention even as the mathematical formulae pile up in later chapters. <I>(Apr.)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  ## **ANNIHILATION FACTOR**
  
  
  Copyright ©, 1972, by Barrington J. Bayley
  
  
  All Rights Reserved.
  
  
  _Cover art by Peter Lloyd._
  
  
  Printed in U.S.A.
  
  
  ## **I**
  
  
  Jundrak came as a bringer of uncertain news. The manner of his coming was far
  from uncertain.
  
  
  He came hurtling down the long-range spaceslip with tubes screaming; when
  still a couple of light-years from Smorn he cut the motors, to fall the
  remaining distance along the galactic causeway with transcendental velocity.
  Then, applying negative power, he came to an abrupt standstill.
  
  
  His piloting was precise. He could now look down on Peredan’s fifty-year-old
  encampment without needing to adjust his position by as much as a single yard.
  With startling clarity in the crystal bright air, the minute empire of the
  pretender prince was laid out a few hundred feet below.
  
  
  It was everything he had expected: stiff, colorful, bustling. Brightly painted
  spaceships stood 