If I had a friend who reported his restaurant experience by stating the
ingredients of his meal, the temperature of the food, and the time it
took for the waiter to take his order and for the kitchen to deliver his
food to the table, I not only would not try the restaurant, but I'd pass on
any invitation to dinner my friend, Mr. Spock, might extend.
Are you serious with this analogy? What kind of a bland, grey world is it
where life's experiences are simply a series of facts? Are we discussing
the planet Vulcan here?
Yikes.
ingredients of his meal, the temperature of the food, and the time it
took for the waiter to take his order and for the kitchen to deliver his
food to the table, I not only would not try the restaurant, but I'd pass on
any invitation to dinner my friend, Mr. Spock, might extend.
Are you serious with this analogy? What kind of a bland, grey world is it
where life's experiences are simply a series of facts? Are we discussing
the planet Vulcan here?
Yikes.

