A Random Drive
I think that a good part of my problem with this blog is that I'm essaying, rather than blogging. A double entendre, of course, and meant to be. Having started out to be informative, I've let myself be trapped in the need to be informative at all times. It's the same problem I've wrestled with constantly in trying to crank out a book. I managed to talk myself out the belief that a book on creativity and intelligence would be legitimate only if it sounded very professorial. But that was only the first hurdle. I'm still jumping, largely because trying to write more than 500 words or so at a time is usually beyond me. Staying on topic is something like torture when every idea sprouts a multitude of offshoots, all demanding their own five minutes of my attention.
But if I had an A—>B—>C type of mind, then I wouldn't be who I am; I wouldn't see the patterns that evolve out of everyday life or be constantly peering behind the curtain at the man we're supposed to ignore. Maybe what it comes down to is that the facts which can be easily seen and written down in books are not only not very interesting, they may not be as important as we're led to believe they are. They're certainly not interesting to me, except insofar as others' fascination with them tells me something about the average mind.
So... although this blog has driven itself right off the rails, there's no predicting its future direction. It may simply wind up riding off in all directions at once. That's fine by me. I hope it's fine by you.

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