The poison of sincerity infects this whole dialogue, and by that I don’t mean truth. The good Lord knows we have far too little of that. I mean a sort of passion, a sort of pride in a mockup of humility. We all keep performing this ritual bearing of the soul like naked exhibitionists.
How about we clothe ourselves? No doubt we must speak from personal anecdote, but let us speak on subjects other than ourselves. Is it too much to ask that we speak to the point? Instead of trying to gratify our own peccadillos, let’s seek the truth.
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