Purpose of the Mind?
What is a heart without the capacity to beat? What is a book in the absence of any literacy whatsoever? What is a tea cup that’s made from the same ingredients as those biscuits that get soggy and fall off when you soak them in tea? That heart is just dead meat, without the capacity to beat there isn’t even any point transplanting it. The book might as well be a strange hyper-symmetrical collection of leaves, the cup is the setup of a joke served to the intended punchline. So, how do you...
