[b]Robert M. Pirsig
Any effort that has self-glorification as its final endpoint is bound to end in disaster.[/b]
And now all the way to the White House.
There is no perfectly shaped part of the motorcycle and never will be, but when you come as close as these instruments take you, remarkable things happen, and you go flying across the countryside under a power that would be called magic if it were not so completely rational in every way.
What’s that make the smartphone then?
A slave mentality which had been built into him by years of carrot-and-whip grading, a mule mentality which said, “If you don’t whip me, I won’t work.” He didn’t get whipped. He didn’t work.
Capitalism in a nutshell, perhaps? That and the part about paying the bills.
Traditional scientific method has always been at the very best, 20–20 hindsight. It’s good for seeing where you’ve been. It’s good for testing the truth of what you think you know, but it can’t tell you where you ought to go, unless where you ought to go is a continuation of where you were going in the past. Creativity, originality, inventiveness, intuition, imagination—“unstuckness,” in other words—are completely outside its domain.
And that’s before the trek to the is/ought world.
Degeneracy can be fun but it’s hard to keep up as a serious lifetime occupation.
Especially when there are kids involved.
The idea that “all men are created equal” is a gift to the world from the American Indian.
Maybe. Maybe not. But look at them now.