Mental Reflection Is So Much More Interesting

99 Per Cent Of Your Life Recognises Things Without Definition, A Baby Recognises Its Mother's Face Without Having It Defined. It's Just An Arbitrary Rule This Rule Of Definition That Socrates Set Down.

I Really Am A Recluse. I Just Enjoy Watching The Wind Blow Through The Trees. In America Someone Who Sits Around And Does That Is At The Bottom Of The Ladder, But In Japan, Say, Someone Who Goes Up Into The Mountains Is Accorded Great Respect. I Guess I Am Somewhere In Between. I Enjoy Reclusion: It Clears My Mind.

Any Philosophic Explanation Of Quality Is Going To Be Both False And True Precisely Because It Is A Philosophic Explanation. The Process Of Philosophic Explanation Is An Analytic Process, A Process Of Breaking Something Down Into Subjects And Predicates. What I Mean (and Everybody Else Means) By The Word 'quality' Cannot Be Broken Down Into Subjects And Predicates. This Is Not Because Quality Is So Mysterious But Because Quality Is So Simple, Immediate And Direct.

I've Wondered Why It Took Us So Long To Catch On. We Saw It, And Yet We Didn't See It. Or Rather We Were Trained Not To See It. Conned Perhaps Into Thinking That The Real Action Was Metropolitan And All This Was Just Boring Hinterland. It Was A Puzzling Thing. The Truth Knocks On The Door And You Say, "go Away. I'm Looking For The Truth." And So It Goes Away. Puzzling.

We Take A Handful Of Sand From The Endless Landscape Of Awareness Around Us And Call That Handful Of Sand The World.