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Mountains Should Be Climbed With As Little Effort As Possible And Without Desire. The Reality Of Your Own Nature Should Determine The Speed. If You Become Restless, Speed Up. If You Become Winded, Slow Down. You Climb The Mountain In An Equilibrium Between Restlessness And Exhaustion. Then, When You're No Longer Thinking Ahead, Each Footstep Isn't Just A Means To An End But A Unique Event In Itself. To Live Only For Some Future Goal Is Shallow. It's The Sides Of The Mountains Which Sustain Life, Not The Top.

From An Endless Beach Of Reality, We Take A Grain Of Sand And Call It The World.

Laws Of Nature Are Human Inventions, Like Ghosts. Laws Of Logic, Or Mathematics Are Also Human Inventions, Like Ghosts. The Whole Blessed Thing Is A Human Invention, Including The Idea That It Isn't A Human Invention.

If You Have A High Evaluation Of Yourself Then Your Ability To Recognize New Facts Is Weakened.

A Culture-bearing Book, Like A Mule, Bears The Culture On Its Back. No One Should Sit Down To Write One Deliberately. Culture-bearing Books Appear Almost Accidentally, Like A Sudden Surge In The Stock Market. There Are Books Of High Quality That Are A Part Of The Culture, But That Is Not The Same. They Are A Part Of It. They Aren't Carrying It Anywhere. They May Talk About Insanity Sympathetically, For Example, Because That's The Standard Cultural Attitude. But They Don't Carry Any Suggestion That Insanity Might Be Something Other Than Sickness Or Degeneracy.