Quality Tends To Fan Out

Unless You're Fond Of Hollering You Don't Make Great Conversations On A Running Cycle. Instead You Spend Your Time Being Aware Of Things And Meditating On Them. On Sights And Sounds, On The Mood Of The Weather And Things Remembered, On The Machine And The Countryside You're In, Thinking About Things At Great Leisure And Length Without Being Hurried And Without Feeling You're Losing Time.

When You've Got A Chautauqua In Your Head, It's Extremely Hard Not To Inflict It On Innocent People.

The Birth Of A New Fact Is Always A Wonderful Thing To Experience. It's Dualistically Called A "discovery" Because Of The Presumption That It Has An Existence Independent Of Anyone's Awareness Of It. When It Comes Along, It Always Has, At First, A Low Value. Then, Depending On The Value-looseness Of The Observer And The Potential Quality Of The Fact, Its Value Increases, Either Slowly Or Rapidly, Or The Value Wanes And The Fact Disappears.

Now, To Take That Which Has Caused Us To Create The World, And Include It Within The World We Have Created, Is Clearly Impossible. This Is Why Quality Cannot Be Defined. If We Do Define It, We Are Defining Something Less Than Quality Itself.

No One Is Fanatically Shouting That The Sun Is Going To Rise Tomorrow. They Know It's Going To Rise Tomorrow.