“The mind comfortably closed to revisal, slight or sweeping, is the spoiled child of arrogance and the drunken father of chaos. It is a coward’s mind – scarcely even worth the name – whose inevitable blind spots, left unlit, turn all too quickly into Achilles’ heels for self and other alike.”

“The mind comfortably closed to revisal, slight or sweeping, is the spoiled child of arrogance and the drunken father of chaos. It is a coward’s mind – scarcely even worth the name – whose inevitable blind spots, left unlit, turn all too quickly into Achilles’ heels for self and other alike.”

— Shmuel Pernicone