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For Every Fact There Is An Infinity Of Hypotheses.

Mountains Should Be Climbed With As Little Effort As Possible And Without Desire. The Reality Of Your Own Nature Should Determine The Speed. If You Become Restless, Speed Up. If You Become Winded, Slow Down. You Climb The Mountain In An Equilibrium Between Restlessness And Exhaustion. Then, When You're No Longer Thinking Ahead, Each Footstep Isn't Just A Means To An End But A Unique Event In Itself. To Live Only For Some Future Goal Is Shallow. It's The Sides Of The Mountains Which Sustain Life, Not The Top.

What The Metaphysics Of Quality Would Do Is Take This Separate Category, Quality, And Show How It Contains Within Itself Both Subjects And Objects. The Metaphysics Of Quality Would Show How Things Become Enormously More Coherent-fabulously More Coherent-when You Start With An Assumption That Quality Is The Primary Empirical Reality Of The World. . . . . . . But Showing That, Of Course, Was A Very Big Job. . . .

Sometimes It's A Little Better To Travel Than To Arrive

Even In The Presence Of Others He Was Completely Alone.