The Mystic

I guess, when it comes down to it, I'm a mystic; put me in the camp with Ludwig Wittgenstein (without the existential angst), I am paraphrasing: what we can speak about, we can speak clearly. We cannot speak of the most important things...

Ultimately, the imcomprehensibleness of the world, leaves me speechless. We can label things "good," or "bad," we can make judgements of the world, but our judgements, what we think of the world is, if not irrelevant, at least, secondary, a sideshow to the main event, which William James called, "a blooming, buzzing, confusion."