I Publish A Piece In Order To

When Book And Reader's Furrowed Brow Meet, It Isn't Always The Book That's Stupid.

If Death Itself Were To Die, Would It Have A Ghost, And Would The Ghost Of Death Visit The Dead In The Guise Of Someone Alive, If Only To Fright Them From Any Temptation To Return?

Literature Is Composed Of Quarter Truths, And The Quarters Are Often Spent On Penny Candy.

We Converse As We Live By Repeating, By Combining And Recombining A Few Elements Over And Over Again Just As Nature Does When Of Elementary Particles It Builds A World.

I Hate Ideologies Of All Kinds, So I Avoid Jargon. I've Done Enough Philosophy To Know That Some Specialized Terms Are Really Needed. I Don't Complain When Kant Does It. Or When Aristotle Introduces All Kinds Of New Words; He Needed Them. But These Other People [modern Philosophers] Are Just Obfuscating. It Just Makes Me Annoyed.