It’s a dull, overcast day. Neither too warm nor too cold, just mild. This kind of weather is uninteresting, uncompelling and lends itself to idle thought.
Sometimes I stand on the balcony of my apartment and look out at the city. The city has no skyscrapers, so it’s like looking out on a multi-coloured sea, and just like looking out on the sea, you have to look really close to see the life underneath the waves. I see all the productive little fish, scurrying here and there, the roaming predators waiting to destroy them and feast on their entrails and, at the bottom, the scum.
The most powerful force of change in the world is consensus. If we all agreed to stop polluting the ocean, the ocean wouldn’t be polluted. And if we all agreed to stop trying to destroy each other, we could fix every problem imaginable.
Instead, it’s left to people like me to destroy the destroyers. But we just become destroyers ourselves. What if I can’t stop destroying? What if, when I cut away the cancer afflicting this city, I can’t stop cutting? What if? What if? What if?
It’s not enough that I can’t stop doubting the integrity of my own mind but neither can I stop doubting my own integrity in general. It’s like a weight dragging my down all the time and I can’t make it go away. Why can’t I be sure of anything? Why?