In the world of ideas, if it were not for log-rolling, no one’s log would ever GET rolled.
If life wanted everyone on Earth to be consciously creative, it would have put a species here other than routine men with routine minds.
In the realm of thinking, if it were not for mutual log-rolling, ordinary men could not even pretend they HAVE any logs.
All mental certainty is just UN-certainty – congealed.
One man mused:
“By becoming a recluse I have cut myself off from the whining in the world. Now if I could just cut off that in my head.”
J.