One Of The Tests Of A Theory

Without The Hard Little Bits Of Marble Which Are Called 'facts' Or 'data' One Cannot Compose A Mosaic; What Matters, However, Are Not So Much The Individual Bits, But The Successive Patterns Into Which You Arrange Them, Then Break Them Up And Rearrange Them.

The Inner Defenses Are Unconscious. They Consist Of A Kind Of Magic Aura Which The Mind Builds Around Cherished Belief. Arguments Which Penetrate Into The Magic Aura Are Not Dealt With Rationally But By A Specific Type Of Pseudo-reasoning. Absurdities And Contradictions Are Made Acceptable By Specious Rationalizations.

When A Chess Player Looks At The Board, He Does Not See A Static Mosaic, A 'still Life', But A Magnetic Field Of Forces, Charged With Energy - As Faraday Saw The Stresses Surrounding Magnets And Currents As Curves In Space; Or As Van Gogh Saw Vortices In The Skies Of Provence.

The Fact Is: I No Longer Believe In My Own Infallibility. That Is Why I Am Lost.

Show Us Not The Aim Without The Way. For Ends And Means On Earth Are So Entangled That Changing One, You Change The Other Too; Each Different Path Brings Other Ends In View