The Good was not a form of reality. It was reality itself, ever-changing, ultimately unknowable in any kind of fixed, rigid way.

The Good was not a form of reality. It was reality itself, ever-changing, ultimately unknowable in any kind of fixed, rigid way.

If you don't generalize you don't philosophize.

The bones and flesh and legal statistics are the garments worn by the personality, not the other way around.

Why, for example, 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? What's the motive?

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

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