For Every Fact There Is An Infinity

To Speak Of Certain Government And Establishment Institutions As 'the System' Is To Speak Correctly . . . They Are Sustained By Structural Relationships Even When They Have Lost All Other Meaning And Purpose. People Arrive At A Factory And Perform A Totally Meaningless Task From Eight To Five Without Question Because The Structure Demands It Be That Way. There's No Villian, No 'mean Guy' Who Wants Them To Live Meaningless Lives, It's Just That The Structure, The System Demands It And No One Is Willing To Take On The Formidable Task Of Changing The Structure Just Because It Is Meaningless.

No One Is Fanatically Shouting That The Sun Is Going To Rise Tomorrow. They Know It's Going To Rise Tomorrow.

That's All The Motorcycle Is, A System Of Concepts Worked Out In Steel.

There Is A Perennial Classical Question That Asks Which Part Of The Motorcycle, Which Grain Of Sand In Which Pile, Is The Buddha. Obviously To Ask That Question Is To Look In The Wrong Direction, For The Buddha Is Everywhere. But Just As Obviously To Ask The Question Is To Look In The Right Direction, For The Buddha Is Everwhere.

The More You Look, The More You See.