What certain types of weak souls want is perfect clarity. They want a confidence that their pictures of the universe are the correct ones. What they picture, when they picture society, is a static machine. This is the essence, for example, of class analysis, which deducts time and human agency from all deconstructions, all Tubaforms, that are used for analytical purposes.
They build structures without motion, which are characterized by metal, not water. When I read something like Spinoza’s Ethics, when I try and create my own analogues of it, what I picture are waterways defining flows of water, which sometimes overwhelms the path, which sometimes makes its own way, but which is affected by my boundaries, my principles. I picture flowers blooming in places I did not anticipate, but which are none the less beautiful for it.
What Leftists built in their minds are “gardens” without flowers, and buildings that no one lives in, that are not used, except to satisfy the vanity of the intellectual. In this respect, it is interesting to ponder how many actual empty buildings idiotic Chinese economic policies have brought into being.