I can get very philosophical and ask the questions Keats was asking as a young guy. What are we here for? What's a soul? What's it all about? What is thinking about imagination?
Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs rising or falling grasping...
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
Nothing is so threatening to conventional values as a man who does not...
Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is...
No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why...
