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We Sift Reality Through Screens Composed Of Ideas . (and Such Ideas Have Their Roots In Older Ideas.) Such Idea Systems Are Necessarily Limited By Language , By The Ways We Can Describe Them. That Is To Say: Language Cuts The Grooves In Which Our Thoughts Move. If We Seek New Validity Forms (other Laws And Other Orders) We Must Step Outside Language.

I Don't Speak ... I Operate A Machine Called Language. It Creaks And Groans, But Is Mine Own.

Technology Is Both A Tool For Helping Humans And For Destroying Them. This Is The Paradox Of Our Times Which We're Compelled To Face.

Experts And Specialists Lead You Quickly Into Chaos. They Are A Source Of Useless Nit-picking, The Ferocious Quibble Over A Comma.

Who Are The Rabble And Who Are The Ruled?