I think it is worth noting that this blog is one where I allow myself idiocy. If I were sufficiently erudite, I would render this as “let the reader beware” in Latin.
There is a continuum between genius and idiocy, and only if we were omniscient could we be certain of starting and ending in the right places. As things stand, sufficiently deviancies from normal can in the same day get classified by others as both brilliant and stupid.
There is a sort of rubberband effect. Dwell enough in qualitative diversity by allowing open musing–musing which may well be largely stupid–and you tend to create the motion and perceptual space to go somewhere new, somewhere that may well be quite intelligent.
Thus, I am often typing faster than I am thinking. I am a very good typer, and sometimes I just watch the screen to see what comes out. In effect, I am trying to channel my intuitive side.
Sometimes this results in things I am very happy with–this happens more often than not–but sometimes I quite literally could not explain what I just wrote.
My not unreasonable hope is that this blog mostly appears “intelligent-ish”, but please keep in mind that the angel of idiocy is floating around, and it takes time to know when you have been infected. This applies to all of us, certainly me.