deep in the art of confusion the dissonance between the chord struck and the note heard rings awkward in the ear thoughts come thick as bricks truculent or tractable empire blocks of concrete and jelly some are solid gold and easily held while others are trojan horses disgorging disgraceful minions into the defenceless mind we inhabit thought in the land of contradiction what’s in you is around you what’s around you is only comprehended through the scrutiny of mirrors
when I was a young man I declared my emancipation with lightning bolts and free speech and I believed that I was free because I had no chains and made no claim on others but the price of that freedom was solitude I later realised that freedom was only the name of my cage and that I had constructed a prison of my thoughts an intricate lattice of values and recompense the instruments of scientific management
