We’re In Such A Hurry Most Of

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.

Coastal People Never Really Know What The Ocean Symbolizes To Landlocked Inland People--what A Great Distant Dream It Is, Present But Unseen In The Deepest Level Of Subconsciousness, And When They Arrive At The Ocean And The Conscious Images Are Compared With The Subconscious Dream There Is A Sense Of Defeat At Having Come So Far To Be Stopped By A Mystery That Can Never Be Fathomed. The Source Of It All.

The Past Cannot Remember The Past. The Future Can't Generate The Future. The Cutting Edge Of The Instant Right Here And Now Is Always Nothing Less Than The Totality Of Everything There Is.

Substance Is A Subspecies Of Value. When You Reverse The Containment Process And Define Substance In Terms Of Value The Mystery Disappears: Substance Is A "stable Pattern Of Inorganic Values." The Problem Then Disappears. The World Of Objects And The World Of Values Is Unified.

What's Wrong With Technology Is That It's Not Connected In Any Real Way With Matters Of The Spirit And Of The Heart. And So It Does Blind, Ugly Things Quite By Accident And Gets Hated For That.