So, that last post
, about the last two and a half years of my life being like stepping on rakes that then smack you in the face? #selfpitying #melodramatic #firstworldproblems And also a bit unproductive. Instead, surely it’s better to think of it like breaking into Baruch Spinoza’s shop (he was a lens grinder)
and having loads of lenses that you can use. The trick is knowing which ones to use, how and when, which ones combine to give you a clearer view, even – gasp a resolution (geddit?), and which ones make you woozy and fuzzy.
Something something six blind men and an elephant something.
Something something Otto Neurath and motes and planks in yer eye something
“We are like sailors who on the open sea must reconstruct their ship but are never able to start afresh from the bottom. Where a beam is taken away a new one must at once be put there, and for this the rest of the ship is used as support. In this way, by using the old beams and driftwood the ship can be shaped entirely anew, but only by gradual reconstruction.”
Wanna get it write? It’s the bloody iterations, sadly.