Science Is An Essentially Anarchic Enterprise.

Language Became A Colorless And As Indistinct As The Business Suit Which Is Now Worm By Everyone, By The Scholar, By The Businessman, By The Professional Killer. Being Accustomed To A Dry And Dreary Norm And Sees In It An Obvious Sign Of Arrogance And Aggression; Viewing Authority With Almost Religious Awe He Gets Into A Frenzy When He Sees Someone Pluck The Beard Of His Favorite Prophet.

All Religions Are Good 'in Principle' - But Unfortunately This Abstract Good Has Only Rarely Prevented Their Practitioners From Behaving Like Bastards.

Not Only Are Facts And Theories In Constant Disharmony, They Are Never As Neatly Separated As Everyone Makes Them Out To Be.

First-world Science Is One Science Among Many; By Claiming To Be More It Ceases To Be An Instrument Of Research And Turns Into A (political) Pressure Group.

A Scientist, An Artist, A Citizen Is Not Like A Child Who Needs Papa Methodology And Mama Rationality To Give Him Security And Direction, He Can Take Care Of Himself, For He Is The Inventor Not Only Of Laws, Theories, Pictures, Plays, Forms Of Music, Ways Of Dealing With His Fellow Man, Institutions, But Also Entire World View, He Is The Inventor Of Entire Forms Of Like.