Hereandnow wrote:All good things, profound things especially, are hard.
You are right about that. I saw in Glendon a waitress once, she seemed like a body-builder type, or a motorcycle chick, and she had a t-shirt on that showed a very muscular man, with the inscription "A hard man is good to find."
By the way, I can't read Kant. I just Kant. I started to read the foreword, and I put it down in disgust after page 1. That guy can't write. I mean, I don't mean to diss his brilliance and his genius, and I admit he is a great thinker, except he can't write. What a pity.
Also, he never came to a conclusion which would have nicely concluded his theory. He may have been on to something, but he either died before he got to that chapter, or else he actually hadn't come up with what he'd been looking for.