I really don't mind dying because I figure I haven't wasted this life.

When analytic thought, the knife, is applied to experience, something is always killed in the process.

I think present-day reason is an analogue of the flat earth of the medieval period. If you go too far beyond it you're presumed to fall off, into insanity. And people are very much afraid of that. I think this fear of insanity is comparable to the fear people once had of falling off the edge of the world. Or the fear of heretics. There's a very close analogue there.

Science probes; it does not prove. Imagine Newton's reaction to an objector of his law of gravity who argued that he could not establish a universal law because he had not observed every falling apple, much less proved the law of gravity - there might, after all, be an apple that levitates! Why should a group of simple, stable compounds of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and nitrogen struggle for billions of years to organize themselves into a professor of chemistry?

That's the classical mind at work, runs fine inside but looks dingy on the surface.

Although motorcycle riding is romantic, motorcycle maintenance is purely classic.

One geometry cannot be more true than another; it can only be more convenient. Geometry is not true, it is advantageous.