The More You Look, The More You

It's Normal At This Point For The Fear-anger Syndrome To Take Over And Make You Want To Hammer On That Side Plate With A Chisel, To Pound It Off With A Sledge If Necessary. You Think About It, And The More You Think About It The More You're Inclined To Take The Whole Machine To A High Bridge And Drop It Off. It's Just Outrageous That A Tiny Little Slot Of A Screw Can Defeat You So Totally.

Metaphysics Is A Restaurant Where They Give You A Thirty Thousand Page Menu, And No Food.

When Somebody Goes Outside The Cultural Norms, The Culture Has To Protect Itself.

A Person Isn't Considered Insane If There Are A Number Of People Who Believe The Same Way. Insanity Isn't Supposed To Be A Communicable Disease. If One Other Person Starts To Believe Him, Or Maybe Two Or Three, Then It's A Religion.

Quality Is Better Seen Up At The Timberline Than Here Obscured By Smoky Windows And Oceans Of Words, And He Sees That What He Is Talking About Can Never Really Be Accepted Here Because To See It One Has To Be Free Of Social Authority And This Is An Institution Of Social Authority. Quality For Sheep Is What The Shepherd Says. And If You Take A Sheep And Put It Up At The Timberline At Night When The Wind Is Roaring, That Sheep Will Be Panicked Half To Death And Will Call And Call Until The Shepherd Comes, Or Comes The Wolf.