We Do Not Have Too

Progress Would Be Wonderful - If Only It Would Stop.

There Is Nothing In This World As Invisible As A Monument

And Since The Possession Of Qualities Presupposes That One Takes A Certain Pleasure In Their Reality, All This Gives Us A Glimpse Of How It May All Of A Sudden Happen To Someone Who Cannot Summon Up Any Sense Of Reality — Even In Relation To Himself — That One Day He Appears To Himself As A Man Without Qualities.

What Is Perceptible To One’s Mistrust Is The Cut-and-dried Way That Life Is Divided Up And The Ready-made Form It Assumes, The Ever-recurring Sameness Of It, The Pre-formations Passed Down By Generation After Generation, The Ready-made Language Not Only Of The Tongue But Also Of The Sensations And The Feelings.

Mathematics Is The Source Of A Wicked Intellect That, While Making Man The Lord Of The Earth, Also Makes Him The Slave Of The Machine.