The beauty of life, the beauty of trees, of a beautiful face, the flow of water, the mountains and the green pastures—there is great delight in that. But that delight, when pursued by thought, becomes pleasure.
Just as you have to stop talking to hear what I have to say, you have to stop thinking to find out what life is about. And the moment you stop thinking, you come into immediate contact with what Korzybski called, so delightfully, ‘the unspeakable world’ — the nonverbal world.