An Intrinsic Exquisite

too much

"Living outside of time, it's not so easy to be happy in the ordinary sense of a kind of wasteful self indulgence. But there's another kind of happiness, a kind of rock, quartz, shiny, penetrating, reliable that settles inside, a kind of comprehension. It's structural in comparison to the dissipation of the other model. I guess what I see is the battle between good and evil as something like the dissipative vs. the constructive. The issue that makes it much more complex is the value system that promotes the conceptualization of construction as always and solely dependent upon the destruction of some prior system. The subtlety of the truth that lies in that conception becomes the rationale for a rampant misuse of resources, natural (and/including human."

"You think too much."

"How much is too much? I didn't even finish this thought and you're already bored. I am barely begun tracing out the perimeter of the territory I wish to investigate. And you are bored."

"If you can't get to the point and say what you need to say in a few sentences, then you couldn't possibly know what you're talking about."

"Oh, exactly, exactly. If you know what you thought, you wouldn't need to think: you could just say it, boom, right out. But that's not thinking, per se, it's a statement of opinion. That's such a different thing. Thinking is like swimming or dancing or something like that."

"Ok, fine, I like to swim short distances and I only like to dance one or two tunes and then I want a drink."

"Yeah. And me, I can dance all night, swim for miles and I like thoughts that are so long that they might last for years."