Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.