My Own Words Take Me By Surprise

The Phenomenological World Is Not The Bringing To Explicit Expression Of A Pre-existing Being, But The Laying Down Of Being. Philosophy Is Not The Reflection Of A Pre-existing Truth, But, Like Art, The Act Of Bringing Truth Into Being.

It Is A Great Good Fortune, As Stendhal Said, For One "to Have His Passion As A Profession.

Science Manipulates Things And Gives Up Living In Them. It Makes Its Own Limited Models Of Things; Operating Upon These Indices Or Variables To Effect Whatever Transformations Are Permitted By Their Definition, It Comes Face To Face With The Real World Only At Rare Intervals. Science Is And Always Will Be That Admirably Active, Ingenious, And Bold Way Of Thinking Whose Fundamental Bias Is To Treat Everything As Though It Were An Object-in-general - As Though It Meant Nothing To Us And Yet Was Predestined For Our Own Use.

The World Is... The Natural Setting Of, And Field For, All My Thoughts And All My Explicit Perceptions.

I May Speak Many Languages, But There Remains One In Which I Live.