The Earth Has Grown A Nervous System,

Life Itself Is Just A Thin Coat Of Paint On The Planet, And We Hold The Paintbrush.

Highly Technical Philosophical Arguments Of The Sort Many Philosophers Favor Are Absent Here. That Is Because I Have A Prior Problem To Deal With. I Have Learned That Arguments, No Matter How Watertight, Often Fall On Deaf Ears. I Am Myself The Author Of Arguments That I Consider Rigorous And Unanswerable But That Are Often Not Such Much Rebutted Or Even Dismissed As Simply Ignored.

The Mind Is The Effect, Not The Cause.

Try To Acquire The Weird Practice Of Savoring Your Mistakes, Delighting In Uncovering The Strange Quirks That Led You Astray. Then, When You Have Sucked Out All The Goodness To Be Gained From Having Made Them, You Can Cheerfully Forget Them And Go On To The Next Big Opportunity.

Postmodernism, The School Of 'thought' That Proclaimed 'there Are No Truths, Only Interpretations' Has Largely Played Itself Out In Absurdity, But It Has Left Behind A Generation Of Academics In The Humanities Disabled By Their Distrust Of The Very Idea Of Truth And Their Disrespect For Evidence, Settling For 'conversations' In Which Nobody Is Wrong And Nothing Can Be Confirmed, Only Asserted With Whatever Style You Can Muster.