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The Only Zen Thoughts You Can Find On A Mountain Summit Are Those You Brought Yourself.

Quality Tends To Fan Out Like Waves. The Quality Job He Didn't Think Anyone Was Going To See Was Seen, And The Person Who Feels It Is A Little Bit Better Because Of It, And Is Likely To Pass That Feeling Onto Others, And In That Way The Quality Tends To Keep Going.

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.

It Was The Ghost Of Rationality Itself ... This Is The Ghost Of Normal Everyday Assumptions Which Declares That The Ultimate Purpose Of Life, Which Is To Keep Alive, Is Impossible, But That This Is The Ultimate Purpose Of Life Anyway, So That 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. That Is What The Ghost Says.

Only Social Patterns Can Control Biological Patterns, And The Instrument Of Conversation Between Society And Biology Is Not Words. The Instrument Of Conversation Between Society And Biology Has Always Been A Policeman Or A Soldier And His Gun.