Two revelations from yesterday. First, my anonymous friend M (don’t want them to get pestered with inquiries yet) gave me a draft of a novel so delightfully full of cool ideas that I could not reading even as I was driven along a serpentine mountain road. The revelation, apart from the obvious conviction of their genius, was that my stomach could not handle it and I felt like hurling the contents of a fine dinner over the beautiful scenery. Though really I should have known that from experience. Sidepoint: we are watching DEVS nos, which apart from hammering metaphors in with a sledgehammer, is not bad.

Second was that I kept thinking about a friendly interrogation that Stephen Yang of this post conducted on me, asking me to what extent we incorporate the real world experience in abstract science, or whether we are completely removed from it. (I also invited him to Jerusalem almost immediately, looking forward to your visit!)
I had two immediate answers for him: One is indirect, in that nature (in the sense of everything not inside the mind, so maybe the outside world would be a better term), at least for me, acts as cleaning current, flushing out the noise of repetitive thoughts that accumulate in creative thinking by overwhelming the senses.
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