Absence Of Quality Is The Essence Of

And What Is Good, Phaedrus, And What Is Not Good— Need We Ask Anyone To Tell Us These Things?

The Test Of The Machine Is The Satisfaction It Gives You. There Isn't Any Other Test. If The Machine Produces Tranquility It's Right. If It Disturbs You It's Wrong Until Either The Machine Or Your Mind Is Changed.

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.

What I Am Is A Heretic Who's Recanted, And Thereby In Everyone's Eyes Saved His Soul. Everyone's Eyes But One, Who Knows Deep Down Inside That All He Has Saved Is His Skin.

I Really Am A Recluse. I Just Enjoy Watching The Wind Blow Through The Trees. In America Someone Who Sits Around And Does That Is At The Bottom Of The Ladder, But In Japan, Say, Someone Who Goes Up Into The Mountains Is Accorded Great Respect. I Guess I Am Somewhere In Between. I Enjoy Reclusion: It Clears My Mind.