The Body Is To Be Compared, Not

Our Own Body Is In The World As The Heart Is In The Organism: It Keeps The Visible Spectacle Constantly Alive, It Breathes Life Into It And Sustains It Inwardly, And With It Forms A System.

The Body Is Our General Medium For Having A World.

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.

Like The Weaver, The Writer Works On The Wrong Side Of His Material. He Has Only To Do With The Language, And It Is Thus That He Suddenly Finds Himself Surrounded By Sense.

The Child Lives In A World Which He Unhesitatingly Believes Accessible To All Around Him.