Each Time A New Baby Is Born

Children Are Not Yet Fools, But We Shall Turn Them Into Imbeciles Like Ourselves, With High I.q.'s If Possible.

Human Beings Seem To Have An Almost Unlimited Capacity To Deceive Themselves, And To Deceive Themselves Into Taking Their Own Lies For Truth.

How Do We Define, How Do We Describe, How Do We Explain And/or Understand Ourselves? What Sort Of Creatures Do We Take Ourselves To Be? What Are We? Who Are We? Why Are We? How Do We Come To Be What Or Who We Are Or Take Ourselves To Be? How Do We Give An Account Of Ourselves? How Do We Account For Ourselves, Our Actions, Interactions, Transactions (praxis), Our Biologic Processes? Our Specific Human Existence?

If I Don't Know I Don't Know, I Think I Know. If I Don't Know I Know I Know, I Think I Don't Know.

From The Moment Of Birth, When The Stone-age Baby Confronts The Twentieth-century Mother, The Baby Is Subjected To These Forces Of Violence Called Love, As Its Father And Mother And Their Parents And Their Parents Before Them, Have Been. These Forces Are Mainly Concerned With Destroying Most Of Its Potential.