Anything That Consoles Is Fake.

Bereavement Is A Darkness Impenetrable To The Imagination Of The Unbereaved

He Was A Sociologist; He Had Got Into An Intellectual Muddle Early On In Life And Never Managed To Get Out.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason. But We Cannot Just Walk Into The Cavern And Look Around. Most Of What We Think We Know About Our Minds Is Pseudo-knowledge. We Are All Such Shocking Poseurs, So Good At Inflating The Importance Of What We Think We Value.

Perhaps Misguided Moral Passion Is Better Than Confused Indifference.