I Don't Like It, And I'm Sorry

Consciousness Is A Singular For Which There Is No Plural.

We Do Not Belong To This Material World That Science Constructs For Us. We Are Not In It; We Are Outside. We Are Only Spectators. The Reason Why We Believe That We Are In It, That We Belong To The Picture, Is That Our Bodies Are In The Picture. Our Bodies Belong To It. Not Only My Own Body, But Those Of My Friends, Also Of My Dog And Cat And Horse, And Of All The Other People And Animals. And This Is My Only Means Of Communicating With Them.

[plato] Was The First To Envisage The Idea Of Timeless Existence And To Emphasize It-against Reason-as A Reality, More [real] Than Our Actual Experience.

Our Mind, By Virtue Of A Certain Finite, Limited Capability, Is By No Means Capable Of Putting A Question To Nature That Permits A Continuous Series Of Answers. The Observations, The Individual Results Of Measurements, Are The Answers Of Nature To Our Discontinuous Questioning.

Matter And Energy Seem Granular In Structure, And So Does “life”, But Not So Mind.