I Have Money, Fame, A Happy Wife,

The Major Producer Of The Social Chaos, The Indeterminacy Of Thought And Values That Rational Knowledge Is Supposed To Eliminate, Is None Other Than Science Itself.

An Egoless Acceptance Of Stuckness Is A Key To An Understanding Of All Quality.

What We Think Of As Reality Is A Continuous Synthesis Of Elements From A Fixed Hierarchy Of A Priori Concepts And The Ever Changing Data Of The Senses.

Art Is The Godhead As Revealed In The Works Of Man.

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