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What We Think Of As Reality Is A Continuous Synthesis Of Elements From A Fixed Hierarchy Of A Priori Concepts And The Ever Changing Data Of The Senses.

What I Am Is A Heretic Who's Recanted, And Thereby In Everyone's Eyes Saved His Soul. Everyone's Eyes But One, Who Knows Deep Down Inside That All He Has Saved Is His Skin.

I Really Am A Recluse. I Just Enjoy Watching The Wind Blow Through The Trees. In America Someone Who Sits Around And Does That Is At The Bottom Of The Ladder, But In Japan, Say, Someone Who Goes Up Into The Mountains Is Accorded Great Respect. I Guess I Am Somewhere In Between. I Enjoy Reclusion: It Clears My Mind.

A Culture-bearing Book, Like A Mule, Bears The Culture On Its Back. No One Should Sit Down To Write One Deliberately. Culture-bearing Books Appear Almost Accidentally, Like A Sudden Surge In The Stock Market. There Are Books Of High Quality That Are A Part Of The Culture, But That Is Not The Same. They Are A Part Of It. They Aren't Carrying It Anywhere. They May Talk About Insanity Sympathetically, For Example, Because That's The Standard Cultural Attitude. But They Don't Carry Any Suggestion That Insanity Might Be Something Other Than Sickness Or Degeneracy.

That's All The Motorcycle Is, A System Of Concepts Worked Out In Steel.