All we do, every nuance of feeling, every projected way of seeing, attitude, is sucked with abject receptivity. The Underground Grammarian provides us with a primer that should be a prerequisite. When we notice that someone is talking rot, we automatically assume that he would rather not be talking rot, that he does so only because he has somehow failed to talk sense. When we finally see that he does not intend to talk sense, that he wants instead to arouse preferization by plugging an extra-rational component into somebody's accepted paradigm we are cast down and a bit embarrassed, as though rebuked by an elder. The middle, evitable muddle of our personalized journey, informed by so many diverse, converse, often perverse relations is a parody of potential.
Education means to limit attention to that which is acceptable, understood and prescribed.
A Cosmology of Infinite Riches reminds me of a serialized book that I've been listening to on CBC Radio, who do such readings so well. Law enforcement groups, tobacco companies, social workers and so many now barely needed specialists conspire to stop the presses. This chapter is going to take you on a journey. A journey into realms you never knew existed. By the time you finish this journey, your thinking will change about you, this world, the universe, the future.