The Fact Is I Am Quite Happy

One Of The Peculiar Ironies Of Being A Human Self In The Cosmos: A Stranger Approaching You In The Street Will In A Second's Glance See You Whole, Size You Up, Place You In A Way In Which You Cannot And Never Will, Even Though You Have Spent A Lifetime With Yourself, Live In The Century Of The Self, And Therefore Ought To Know Yourself Best Of All.

You Live In A Deranged Age, More Deranged Than Usual Because In Spite Of Great Scientific And Technological Advances, Man Has Not The Faintest Idea Of Who He Is Or What He Is Doing.

Free People Have A Serious Problem With Place, Being In A Place, Using Up A Place, Deciding Which New Place To Rotate To. Americans Ricochet Around The United States Like Billiard Balls.

Life Is Fits And Starts, Mostly Fits.

Ignorance, If Recognized, Is Often More Fruitful Than The Appearance Of Knowledge.