I reached this point where I began to hate my latest essay. I look at the final section and I was like wtf is this? Are you poppy-cocking or what?
It is about how aesthetic and magical forms of experience are important.
This isn't my idea. This is John Gray's idea. This is Guy Claxton's idea. This is Collingwood's idea.
So why am I beating myself up for entertaining an idea that other very smart people took seriously? Because I don't feel smart enough.
I don't respect my own thinking enough to feel comfortable speaking the ways that I do.
But I am just collaborating. Just pulling implications out of other people's work.
Well. I also have my own thoughts.
But I should just finish this essay.