One of the most beautiful passages of Rousseau is that in the sixth book of Confessions where he describes the awakening in him of the literary sense. Of such wisdom the poetic passion the desire of beauty the love of art for its own sake has most.
I don't know how many thoughts we have a second but it's quite an amazing number and just to pin down the appropriate sequence of those all you really need is a pencil and a piece of paper.
