For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses.

The more you look the more you see.

The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there

That Was Zen; This Is Tao

But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing...and uninvolved. They were like spectators. You had the feeling they had just wandered in there themselves and somebody had handed them a wrench. There was no identification with the job. No saying, "I am a mechanic." At 5 P.M. or whenever their eight hours were in, you knew they would cut it off and not have another thought about their work. They were already trying not to have any thoughts about their work on the job.

The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away. Puzzling.

The real ugliness lies in the relationship between people who produce the technology and the things they produce, which results in a similar relationship between the people who use the technology and the things they use.