To prove that degrees, per se, are worthless. Often they are honorifics of true scientists or learned scholars or inspired teachers. Much more frequently they are false faces for overeducated jackasses.
But that would have left no choice. This was contradiction; at cusp, choice is. By choice, spirit grows.
Sovereign ingredient for a happy marriage: Pay cash or do without. Interest charges not only eat up a household budget; awareness of debt eats up domestic felicity.
Some things – and some people – are not supposed to change.
The Colorado River was at a record low and the towers in Lake Mead stood high out of the water. But the Angelenos committed communal suicide by watering lawns as usual.
His water brother could teach, admonish, guide – but choice at cusp was not shared. Here was “ownership” beyond sale, gift, hypothecation; owner and owned grokked inseparable. He eternally was the action he had taken at cusp. Now that he knew himself.
He ate what was set before him.
Fortunately for all of us you did not stay dead.
Nurse, if she didn’t have more money than any person ought to have, you might be tempted to call it senile dementia. As it is, she is in for a rest and a check-up.
Don’t grunt; it is not pleasing in a young woman.
Locked you in a padded cell, with a certificate signed by three doctors, and allowed you mail on alternate leap years.
Don’t bang your head against a stone wall.” He might add: “Climb over, go around, tunnel under, knock a hole in it – and if nothing works, forget it! Change your plans. Or take a nap. But don’t get ulcers.
He grokked that this was one of the critical cusps in the growth of a being wherein contemplation must bring forth right action in order to permit further growth. He acted.
I don’t pay attention to politics.” “You should. It’s barely less important than your own heart beat.” “I.
No, he could not swallow the “just-happened” theory, popular as it was with men who called themselves scientists. Random chance was not a sufficient explanation of the Universe – random chance was not sufficient to explain random chance; the pot could not hold itself.
I had come to realize that they either didn’t care or wouldn’t care. All that mattered to them was whether or not you were part of Boss’s outfit.
That’s exactly why we have to have you, Colonel – to solve problems that are elementary to a man of your genius” – Ardmore felt slightly nauseated inside: this was worse than writing advertising copy – “but which are miracles for the rest of us.
His profession makes him feel like boss of a creation; when he sets foot dirtside he is slumming among the peasants. As for his sartorial inelegance, a man who is in uniform nine-tenths of the time and is more used to deep space than to civilization can hardly be expected to know how to dress properly.
Scalping a man is a hell of a poor way to cure him of dandruff.
We humans have to make considerable progress before we can accept a free gift, and value it.