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It Seems To Me That It Is Psyche In A Way That Has Become Occluded By The Perverse Development Of Language.

How Can We Know Who Is The Other Until We Know Who Is The Self?

The Race Isn't To The Swift, It's To The Thoughtful.

Belief Is A Form Of Infantilism. There Is No Ground For Believing Anything.

Astonishment Is The Proper Response To Reality.