Why we do not write such excellent books.

It is the woeful truth, which surely we above all know, that the truth is not easily grasped by those who are not among us. For this reason it is an enormous challenge, even for us, to diminish the truth, which is diminishing the goodness of our words, in order to extend an articulation on countless obvious points, lines of thought of which we are aware only in the simultaneity of their parts. The slowness of it all is plainly breathtaking, and it is a truly painstaking task to speak of atoms when there is a living organism of which to speak, all the while gasping for breath. Furthermore, I do not incline toward atomism, thinking it false. Thus to limit ourselves by the bounds of the binding of a book is nearly impossible.

It is not only the vastness of the whole that discourages us, but there are also the matters of magnifying and of echoing parts. Every understandable point is both divisible beyond ordinary comprehension, and our inclination to parse every point is absolutely exhaustive. Just the same, from the implications of each and every point follow unimaginably many more, at least for the abilities of a non-metarational. The metarational view of truth might be called the fractal model of truth, for from any point, there is incomprehensibly much to see within, and there is just as much to see without.