Philosophy boils down to how to make humans move themselves – act – better. 

 

You know when your shoe laces are tied right? So you have a standard of good. 

 

Get passed jibber-jabber and following a dead conversation. 

 

That’s the Tao Te Ching in a line.

 

You’ve got a hypoeractive mind, kid? Want to know the secrets to the universe, hot shot?

 

Just to enjoy it? Or to fuck it! 

 

 

Yeah, see, kid, that’s what’s wrong with the world. Too many fuckers.

 

So the philosopher is trying to figure out shit for himself. Before he moves others towards a greater understanding of their standard of goodness. 

 

Because you are not a shoe. You are a human.

 

And humans are marvelously complicated. 

 

 

Ted is too private language for me. To NE. Too 1980’s. 

 

Does it appeal to a Chinaman from the 12th century? 

 

Now what does? 

 

Fart jokes. 

 

Oh wait, there was one in the film.