The More You Look, The More You

"when Are We Going To Get Going?" Chris Says. "what's Your Hurry?" I Ask. "i Just Want To Get Going." "there's Nothing Up Ahead That's Any Better Than It Is Right Here."

Any Person Of Any Philosophic Persuasion Who Sits On A Hot Stove Will Verify Without Any Intellectual Argument Whatsoever That He Is In An Undeniably Low-quality Situation: That The Value Of His Predicament Is Negative. This Low Quality Is Not Just A Vague, Woolly-headed, Crypto-religious, Metaphysical Abstraction. It Is An Experience. It Is Not A Judgment About An Experience. It Is Not A Description Of Experience. The Value Itself Is An Experience. As Such It Is Completely Predictable. It Is Verifiable By Anyone Who Cares To Do So.

How Are You Going To Teach Virtue If You Teach The Relativity Of All Ethical Ideas? Virtue, If It Implies Anything At All, Implies An Ethical Absolute. A Person Whose Idea Of What Is Proper Varies From Day To Day Can Be Admired For His Broadmindedness, But Not For His Virtue.

If Someone's Ungrateful And You Tell Him He's Ungrateful, Okay, You've Called Him A Name. You Haven't Solved Anything.

I Really Am A Recluse. I Just Enjoy Watching The Wind Blow Through The Trees. In America Someone Who Sits Around And Does That Is At The Bottom Of The Ladder, But In Japan, Say, Someone Who Goes Up Into The Mountains Is Accorded Great Respect. I Guess I Am Somewhere In Between. I Enjoy Reclusion: It Clears My Mind.