Truth Suffers From Too Much Analysis.

I Don't Speak ... I Operate A Machine Called Language. It Creaks And Groans, But Is Mine Own.

A Process Cannot Be Understood By Stopping It. Understanding Must Move With The Flow Of The Process, Must Join It And Flow With It.

Every Judgment Teeters On The Brink Of Error. To Claim Absolute Knowledge Is To Become Monstrous. Knowledge Is An Unending Adventure At The Edge Of Uncertainty.

I Am Like A Person Whose Hands Were Kept Numb, Without Sensation From The First Moment Of Awareness - Until One Day The Ability To Feel Is Forced Into Them. And I Say "look! I Have No Hands!" But The People All Around Me Say: "what Are Hands?

I Have Come To Believe That Holy Boredom Is Good And Sufficient Reason For The Invention Of Free Will.