The web of life is a beautiful and meaningless dance. The web of life is a process with a moving goal. The web of life is a perfectly finished work of art right where I am sitting now.
Everyone look around and see if you can spot the NARCS. They’re the ones who look like hippies.
I think I got off on the wrong planet. Beam me up Scotty, there’s no rational life here.
Once something becomes discernible, or understandable, we no longer need to repeat it. We can destroy it.
History, sociology, economics, psychology et al. confirmed Joyce’s view of Everyman as victim.
I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread.
I’m not an anarchist any longer, because I’ve concluded that anarchism is an impractical ideal.
Nothing of any importance can be taught. It can only be learned, and with blood and sweat.
A true initiation never ends.
Bad critics judge a work of art by comparing it to pre-existing theories. They always go wrong when confronted with a masterpiece because masterpieces make their own rules.
The devil is only a convenient myth invented by the real malefactors of our world.
Each mans spills the drink he loves.
The Constitution admittedly has a few defects and blemishes, but it still seems a hell of a lot better than the system we have now.
The path up is the path down. The way forward is the way back. The universe inside is outside but the universe outside is inside.
I find the universe so staggering that I just don’t have any faith in my ability to grasp it.
We’re living on the Planet of the Apes. Is that funny or serious?
Accuracy of signal and free flow of information define sanity in my epistemology.
Stupidity is a blockage in the ability to receive, integrate and transmit new signals.
He who lives happiest has forgotten most.
Voting wouldn’t excite me unless it included electing the directors of the big banks and corporations, who make the real decisions that affect our lives. It’s hard to get excited about the trained seals in Washington.