I contradict myself
Do my views and posts seem ideologically contradictory? They are.
I have an allergy to “ism.” That little suffix is like the spike protein—the mechanism by which a mental virus pries its way into your brain. Anything with an “ism” tacked onto it already has designs on you.
I hate prefabricated sets of positions that come all glued together. There’s no space to think in between the parts. The parts don’t move.
I love a good argument. I’ll take one in even if I end up spitting most of it out. I’m pretty sure there’s a little bit of truth in there and I want it. My mind can be changed, or at least complicated.
No mind can come anywhere near the serenely self-contradicting complicatedness of reality.
Add another curlicue
to my convoluted worldview!
Please do!
Thinking is just doodling, anyway.
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