It felt to me today like some small wounded part of myself occupies itself projecting fears onto large screens, and/or feeding me intellectual leads which will push me into my head. This is a useful and needed task, but like the Wizard behind the curtain it needs to be seen for what it is.
I’m really trying to get away from intellectualism and arguing. Both arise from a felt sense of danger in the world. The world can certainly be dangerous, but it isn’t most of the time, in most places. No, this sense is an echo from long, long ago. Most of us have it to some degree or other, I suspect, even if mine is perhaps a bit more active–or MUCH more active–than most.