We want to extract the signal from the noise, but the noise is the context of the signal. The ground in which it is rooted.

A spiritual absolute would be the essence of sentience from which life rises, not an ideal of wisdom and judgement, from which it fell.

We are goal oriented creatures, seeking the pot of gold at the end of the narrative arc.

Time is not the present moving past to future, but change turning future to past. Tomorrow becomes yesterday, because the earth turns.

We trash the is, seeking the ought.