And, since Descartes, we long for a philosophical certainty that is of no relevance to any human life, and is based on a doubting that seems phoney. We ought to avoid any color or excitement and stick to logic. The trouble with this is that logic has nowhere to start. You cannot get an ought from an is. More people are convinced of the undesirability of war by television footage than by any words.
Poetry is more moving than philosophy.
We are moved by persuasive and intelligent arguing in favor of a cause we care about. Nor is there any speech which is purely emotional. Our thoughts are in a certain sense, quite easily grasped, our brain-activity. We believe in essences, and strive for unified theories. These habits can be diagnosed as a misplaced preference for singularity.