But a science is exact to the extent that its method measures up to and is adequate to its object.
Contemporary thinkers would say that man is continuously transcending himself.
An individual is not distinct from his place. He is his place.
I not only have a body; I am this body.
I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.
But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of.