A thought

There is a world of difference between a sentence that clothes your thought and one that embodies your thought. The first is the result of a mechanical operation. The second is the fruition of a creative organic process.

Eighty-four

Today I'm 84. I never thought I would live this long. Had I died at 60, I would have thought my life wasted. Since then I have published six philosophical books in English, four of which have now been translated into Arabic and I am now going through the - hopefully - final revision of the fifth. Apart from a handful of congenial spirits (spread over the continents), my books have hardly been noticed, but I am hopeful that sooner or later my work will be appreciated as a highly original contribution to philosophical thought. I do not think I have much of value to add. If I die today, I will die contented. Please excuse this very egotistic posting.