On reading & writing

Some days you read twenty, thirty, maybe even forty pages of hard, dense prose containing some of the most complicated, nuanced and abstract ideas the greatest philosophical minds of the present and recent past can produce… and end up feeling like you are less sure about what you yourself actually think at the end of it. Less sure of where to even begin¬†in forming some kind of appropriate, measured and worthwhile addition. And you do this fully knowing that these same minds and thinkers have been on the exact same trajectory¬†before you, and it changes precisely nothing about how you feel about the whole affair.