Every time I use the word “horizon” I experience a pine-mouthy aftertaste of anxiety.

This anxiety always means the same thing: the wrongness of a conception has fully ripened, and it is time to stop thinking through it — by way of it — and instead to try to step outside of it in order to discover its inadequacy.

The spatial model of knowledge with a point-of-view, a perspective and an outer-limiting vanishing point, might render some important conceptions inconceivable.

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By the way, anxiety is grossly underrated as an intellectual tool. People who listen to that hippie dolt Joseph Campbell and “follow their bliss” journey straight up their own assholes.

If you want knowledge, head in the opposite direction and follow what displeases you in ways you can’t articulate.

If you do that and then accidentally blunder into some bliss, you’ll discover sweeter, more enduring and productive delusions — what we euphemistically refer to as truth.

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I’m perpetually dissatisfied because that’s good method.