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The World Is... The Natural Setting Of, And Field For, All My Thoughts And All My Explicit Perceptions. Truth Does Not Inhabit Only The Inner Man, Or More Accurately, There Is No Inner Man, Man Is In The World, And Only In The World Does He Know Himself.

We Should Be Sensitive To The Thread Of Silence From Which The Tissue Of Speech Is Woven.

Science Manipulates Things And Gives Up Living In Them. It Makes Its Own Limited Models Of Things; Operating Upon These Indices Or Variables To Effect Whatever Transformations Are Permitted By Their Definition, It Comes Face To Face With The Real World Only At Rare Intervals. Science Is And Always Will Be That Admirably Active, Ingenious, And Bold Way Of Thinking Whose Fundamental Bias Is To Treat Everything As Though It Were An Object-in-general - As Though It Meant Nothing To Us And Yet Was Predestined For Our Own Use.

I Am Not In Front Of My Body, I Am In It Or Rather I Am It... If We Can Still Speak Of Interpretation In Relation To The Perception Of One's Own Body, We Shall Have To Say That It Interprets Itself.

The Full Meaning Of A Language Is Never Translatable Into Another. We May Speak Several Languages But One Of Them Always Remains The One In Which We Live. In Order Completely To Assimilate A Language It Would Be Necessary To Make The World Which It Expresses One's Own And One Never Does Belong To Two Worlds At Once.