Why should I arrange my thoughts?
Do painters pair the yellow with the yellow, the blue with the blue?
Do musicians play the D’s together?
Why do some people then expect us thinkers to write about one thing at a time, in one place? As if anything healthy ever grew in a monoculture.
My writings are a jungle; insects as well as leopards, things hidden in dense vegetation and the vegetation itself…
They want you to be one thing…an ant or an ant-eater…but you can be a jungle in an ecstatic harmony that no ant or ant-eater can ever understand or feel.