As a general rule philosophy is like stirring mud or not letting a
sleeping dog lie. It is an attempt to deny, circumvent or otherwise
escape from the consequences of the interlacing of the roots of things
with one another. It professes to appease our ultimate “Why?” though in
truth it is generally the solution of a _simplex ignotum_ by a _complex
ignotius_. This, at least, is my experience of everything that has been
presented to me as philosophy. I have often had my “Why” answered with
so much mystifying matter that I have left off pressing it through
fatigue. But this is not having my ultimate “Why?” appeased. It is
being knocked out of time.