We’re In Such A Hurry Most Of

An Egoless Acceptance Of Stuckness Is A Key To An Understanding Of All Quality.

I Really Don't Mind Dying Because I Figure I Haven't Wasted This Life.

The Place To Improve The World Is First In One's Own Heart And Head And Hands.

Any Person Of Any Philosophic Persuasion Who Sits On A Hot Stove Will Verify Without Any Intellectual Argument Whatsoever That He Is In An Undeniably Low-quality Situation: That The Value Of His Predicament Is Negative. This Low Quality Is Not Just A Vague, Woolly-headed, Crypto-religious, Metaphysical Abstraction. It Is An Experience. It Is Not A Judgment About An Experience. It Is Not A Description Of Experience. The Value Itself Is An Experience. As Such It Is Completely Predictable. It Is Verifiable By Anyone Who Cares To Do So.

It's Normal At This Point For The Fear-anger Syndrome To Take Over And Make You Want To Hammer On That Side Plate With A Chisel, To Pound It Off With A Sledge If Necessary. You Think About It, And The More You Think About It The More You're Inclined To Take The Whole Machine To A High Bridge And Drop It Off. It's Just Outrageous That A Tiny Little Slot Of A Screw Can Defeat You So Totally.