So round and round you go, spinning mental wheels and nowhere finding anyplace to get traction. What the hell...is it?

The past cannot remember the past. The future can't generate the future. The cutting edge of the instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is.

Who really can face the future? All you can do is project from the past, even when the past shows that such projections are often wrong. And who really can forget the past? What else is there to know?

My favorite piece of technical writing: Assembly of Japanese bicycle require great peace of mind.

We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.

We have artists with no scientific knowledge and scientists with no artistic knowledge and both with no spiritual sense of gravity at all, and the result is not just bad, it is ghastly.

And what is good, Phaedrus, And what is not good— Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?