What finally divorces me from all existing psychologies, is
their assumption that the usual is the normal. In
other words, their empiricism. But if one single psychologist
could remember what it was like to be a kid, growing up in
a world that often seems violently contrary to right and reason,
he would no longer doubt, but be certain that normal human
existence is something we have scarcely dreamed of. And
when we do reach toward it, we want to continue clinging to
all that's unhealthy in our old lives. Thus philosophies of
rationalization, ideologies, instead of philosophies of ration-
ality, which would consist of a constant analysis and testing
for what beliefs will work. But with ideology, you end up
making excuses for why it didn't work.
   It is the error in science that's significant.

And scholars still can't decide whether Propertius was screwed
by his copyists or really did make flying leaps of association like
a modernist...

The pain of incompletion is a lodestar--if we allow ourselves to
listen.

Coffee is exactly what i used to think Truth had to be: black,
bitter, and makes your head reel if you down it all at once.
Needless to say, truths are nothing like that, and no coffee
tastes as good as it smells. Cynics fall for the promise of
truths. They are in love with the smell of coffee.
   --My cynical mysticism.