Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
I'd rather be a listener.
Two different impulses leading to philosophy, 'I can't help but think this' or 'I can't help how I feel'.
A philosopher's response, 'look differently at things'.
… stylish austerities…
My old college radio station has replaced the dead overnight air with a robot named Otto.
When you listen to the radio you can wonder if anyone else is listening.
You can tell the difference between the ones who believe in the radio and the ones that don't, especially if you've ever believed in the radio. There's a fortuitousness to their songs. Songs for people who have been alone or people who have been together, surprised, stunned, thrilled, delighted, comforted, relieved, that that song, that feeling, that sound, should just come out of nowhere.
Still more snow.