But I’ve spent about 12 hours driving between yesterday and today, and done a fair amount of thinking. I’ll have more posts, but thought I’d revisit my last one.
I travel lines. I travel them doggedly, mercilessly, like a chase dog pursuing prey. I go wherever the logic or facts lead me. I smash preconceptions. They are useless to the task of perception.
And what if a travel a path a certain distance, and wind up in a place where people call me crazy? What if I travel more, and they call me sane again? And then I travel more and now I am insane again? Then more, and now I am sane?
Does my passion, attention, capacity, or intelligence differ along that trip? No: what varies is my conformity to views most people have simply imbibed somewhere, from either an unserious source, or someone willfully trying to skew their perception.
You have to be willing to be called crazy to be capable of anything approaching sanity. Most people are terrified of public opinion, and this makes them stupid/crazy.