For centuries, philosophers have told us that thought cannot be seen,
it cannot be heard, it cannot be felt, it cannot be tasted. It is not
in the key of G. Or F. And it is not blue. Nor is it mauve. It is not
a pot of geraniums. It is not a white donkey against a blue sky. It is
not a blue donkey against a white sky. Nor does it have aspirations to
become archbishop. It is not a little girl singing an old song.
Thought is not a saffron-robed monk pissing in the snow.  In other
words, philosophers can tell you millions of things that thought
isn't and they can't tell you what it is. And this bugs them!


-Second City