I share because I love.
Our false philosophy is incorporated in our entire language; we can, so to speak, not reason without reasoning falsely. We fail to consider that speaking, regardless of what, is a philosophy ... Our whole philosophy is a rectification of colloquial linguistic usage, thus rectification of a philosophy, and indeed of the most universal and general ...
The noble simplicity in the works of nature only too often originates in the noble shortsightedness of him who observes it.
There are many people who read simply to prevent thimselves from thinking.
A pure heart and a clean shirt. (A pure heart is an excellent thing, and so is a clean shirt.)
The great also make mistakes, and some of them make so many you are almost tempted to think they weren't great at all.
I could do this shit for hours.
All mathematical laws which we find in Nature are always suspect to me, in spite of their beauty. They give me no pleasure. They are merely auxiliaries. At close range it is all not true.
There can hardly be stranger wares in the world than books: printed by people who do not understand them; sold by people who do not understand them; bound, reviewed and read by people who do not understand them; and now even written by people who do not understand them.
To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation.
Posted by: dave zacuto | April 10, 2005 at 06:51 PM
Don't even try to beat me here, Dave. This thing isn't called "waste" for nothing.
Posted by: ben wolfson | April 10, 2005 at 07:04 PM
maybe you should retitle it, Waste for Nothing
Posted by: dave zacuto | April 10, 2005 at 10:06 PM
This is your version of dorky dancing, then?
(Do you dislike it when people reference semi-obscure movies in a manner that you'll have no idea what they're saying unless you've by chance seen that movie?)
Love the quotes, by the way. Who's Lichtenberg? (I ask even though I'm about to google it.)
Posted by: Michael | April 11, 2005 at 05:45 PM
And now I understand the title of your blog. Before, I thought it was because you enjoyed writing defecation poetry.
Posted by: Michael | April 11, 2005 at 09:29 PM