I started reading an Alduous Huxley book – The Perennial Philosophy – a few hours ago. The first and only thing I’ve noticed is the superfluity of language. Now, I know there is plenty of terminology in many different fields of study that I will never pretend to understand. Philosophy however, is the only subject I can think of whose terms make sense in and of themselves, but within the context of the writing they tend to not make a damn bit of sense. Ah, the world of philosophy – where authors say nothing with utmost eloquence and readers scratch their heads until they bleed.