Knowledge is a matter of know-how. It is, in a sense, experience whether original or vicarious. A schoolboy need not perform the generation of calculus in order to study it; the myriad of false trails have been weeded out. Thus schooling can pack a lifetime of learning into a few short weeks by merely pointing the way instead of letting the schoolboy follow all the red-herring trails that the original thinker did. In semantics, the student is offered problems and if he fails to solve them properly, he is immediately prevented from basing other solutions on this false premise--pyramiding his illogic. So Wan Nes Stan answered himself. To trace the life-patterns of one brain onto another should not be hard. Yet no theory would permit it. And a thought came to the governor-select. What is philosophy? Philosophy is a man's personal evaluation of data. Based upon what? Evaluation of data based upon experience and knowledge and reason. What is reason? The ability to extrapolate beyond present experience and knowledge so as to apply the extrapolation correctly to a problem not yet filed in the realm of experience. Then philosophy is to efficiently apply one's experience in evaluation of data. And to apply it properly in guiding his actions. Suppose then, I gain another man's experience and knowledge? You will then reason like he did. And your philosophy will be his. Precisely. But the Galactics are doddering old fools! With the galaxy at the tips of their fingers, they play games. An ounce of ambition in one of them would put that one in the governor's seat. Yet they prate about adaptability and aptitude and experience and juggle their figures, consult their computing tables and select a man for each job. Has ambition no place? Ambition is a factor. To not-want the governor's position would reduce the aptitude factor. * * * * * Wan Nes Stan left the building where he lived and roamed idly through the streets. Galactics walked in the afternoon sun oblivious to him. Magnificent couples there were, walking through the trees that lined each street, hand in hand, complete in their own exclusive world of ecstasy. Others sat in self-satisfied contemplation of their problems or presented argument to one another on points and theory. It was a quiet scene that Wan Nes Stan entered. Even argument seemed to be pro-rated and measured in intensity. Of earnest self-belief there was plenty, but on each evidence of self-conviction there was the soft stamp of willingness to permit the other his own belief. There was no scorn for a conflicting thought, but instead there was admiration for the other party, who had mentality enough to entertain a concept--and believe it--that was at variance with the philosophy of the first. A galaxy full of mild-mannered little rabbits! A decadent, sloppily-sentimental culture!