Sublime

Cracking a nut is truly not an art, which is why no one would dare summon an audience before them and, to entertain it, crack nuts. But if someone does so all the same, and it works, then it just can’t be a matter of simply cracking nuts. Alternatively, it is a matter of cracking nuts, but it turns out that we have ignored this art because we

Le savoir m’apparaît comme une salle de cartes de navigation. C’est le sentiment que j’éprouve chaque fois que j’entre à la bibliothèque. Le rôle des professeurs est d’enseigner systématiquement à l’étudiant le contenu de la salle des cartes. Les professeurs sont des guides, rien de plus. Ce savoir n’est pas dans leur tête. Il n’est pas leur œuvre,

sometimes after the bartender gave him una cerveza, he would say, “Merci beaucoup,” because that was his idea of a real funny joke. It was funny because the bartenders all spoke English

A short while ago I foolishly thought I could learn everything – all the knowledge in the world. Now I hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it.

He brimmed with that most conventional and embarrassing of qualities—“taste.”

It’s a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be, But it wouldn’t be make-believe If you believed in me

quality endemic to all geniuses—he was like a great child.

Who’s to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who’s to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?