--- Magnuso, The New Yorker.
There is a time for everything. A life stalled, stumbling in the half-lit rooms.
True philosophy-why talk about 'True'?, or even philosophy...life, a good life, consists in looking at the world (again)...in the proper way, which is to say: not looking as well. In the net, the squares of the mind, you thought you could catch it. But that wasn't the point. Since time began we've placed stones around trees. We're the animal that is defined by boundaries.
The scheme of things-what is that? You don't catch the drift, it's passed you by.
Master: Bring me the fan with the rhinoceros broach.
Pupil: "It is broken"
Master: Then bring me the rhinoceros.
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