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Great Minds Struggle To Cure Diseases So That People May Live Longer, But Only Madmen Ask Why. One Lives Longer In Order That He May Live Longer. There Is No Other Purpose.

You Are Never Dedicated To Do Something You Have Complete Confidence In. No One Is Fanatically Shouting That The Sun Is Going To Rise Tomorrow. They Know It's Going To Rise Tomorrow. When People Are Fanatically Dedicated To Political Or Religious Faiths Or Any Other Kind Of Dogmas Or Goals, It's Always Because These Dogmas Or Goals Are In Doubt.

If You Stare At A Wall From Four In The Morning Till Nine At Night And You Do That For A Week, You Are Getting Pretty Close To Nothingness.

Any Philosophic Explanation Of Quality Is Going To Be Both False And True Precisely Because It Is A Philosophic Explanation. The Process Of Philosophic Explanation Is An Analytic Process, A Process Of Breaking Something Down Into Subjects And Predicates. What I Mean (and Everybody Else Means) By The Word 'quality' Cannot Be Broken Down Into Subjects And Predicates. This Is Not Because Quality Is So Mysterious But Because Quality Is So Simple, Immediate And Direct.

Now The Stream Of Our Common Consciousness Seems To Be Obliterating Its Own Banks, Losing Its Central Direction And Purpose, Flooding The Lowlands, Disconnecting And Isolating The Highlands And To No Particular Purpose Other Than The Wasteful Fulfillment Of Its Own Internal Momentum