King henry: but what a point, my lord, your falcon made, and what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how god in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. Suffolk: no marvel, an it like your majesty, my lord protectors hawks do tower so well; they know their masters loves to be aloft, and bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Gloucester: my lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind that mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Creating a new theory is not like destroying an old barn and erecting a skyscraper in its place. It is rather like climbing a mountain, gaining new and wider views, discovering unexpected connections between our starting points and its rich environment. But the point from which we started out still exists and can be seen, although it appears smaller and forms a tiny part of our broad view gained by the mastery of the obstacles on our adventurous way up.
Where i'm is one of those stair climbing machines the agent has installed. You climb and climb forever and never get off the ground. You're trapped in your hotel room. It's the mystical sweat love lodge experience of our time, the only sort of indian vision quest we can schedule into our daily planner.Our stair master to heaven.
I feel moderately bad about this whole thing. On the one hand, i am providing myself with urgently required survival skills. Other lessons in this series include shoplifting, beating people up, picking locks, climbing trees, driving, housebreaking, dumpster diving, and how to use oddball things like venetian blinds and garbage can lids as weapons. On the other hand, im corrupting my poor innocent little self. I sigh. Somebodys got to do it.