One Cannot Say Everything At Once.

The Range Of What We Think And Do Is Limited By What We Fail To Notice.

Even Facts Become Fictions Without Adequate Ways Of Seeing "the Facts". We Do Not Need Theories So Much As The Experience That Is The Source Of The Theory. We Are Not Satisfied With Faith, In The Sense Of An Implausible Hypothesis Irrationally Held: We Demand To Experience The "evidence".

From The Moment Of Birth, When The Stone-age Baby Confronts The Twentieth-century Mother, The Baby Is Subjected To These Forces Of Violence Called Love, As Its Father And Mother And Their Parents And Their Parents Before Them, Have Been. These Forces Are Mainly Concerned With Destroying Most Of Its Potential.

To Mystify, In The Active Sense, Is To Befuddle, Cloud, Obscure, Mask Whatever Is Going On, Whether This Be Experience, Action, Or Process, Or Whatever Is "the Issue." It Induces Confusion In The Sense That There Is Failure To See What Is "really" Being Experienced, Or Being Done, Or Going On, And Failure To Distinguish Or Discriminate The Actual Issues. This Entails The Substitution Of False For True Constructions Of What Is Being Experienced, Being Done (praxis), Or Going On (process), And The Substitution Of False Issues For The Actual Issues.

Perfection Is Something We Should All Strive For. It's A Duty And A Joy To Perfect One's Nature... The Most Difficult Thing Is Love. A Loveless, Driving Person That Just Competes In The Rat Race Is Far From Perfection In My Book.