I don't know what steps I take to reach my conclusions; I rarely write them down; knowledge is produced in secret series of inferences and biases and anxieties that become aware of themselves and fuse some (at least temporarily) self-consistent truth. It’s like seeing a river for the first time in your life during a very cold winter and assuming rivers are something you can always walk across, then, returning in the summer and finding you can’t get across.
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