- to one degree or another, fiction is yet another groping after forms - disingenuous, callous, even hateful.
- no grand introduction to concepts - a coherent structure that flows continuously can be a dishonest attempt to reconfigure life to make it more palatable. not always the this incoherent, scattering of thought processes represents a particular archetypal modern human experience. in its most offensive state, coherence obstructs creativity, rupture, and thus growth. at its most flourishing friendly, coherence stabilizes and saves, organizes a cluttered library. however, at its most impoverishing, spontaneity spirals, loses focus, becomes incoherence, becomes arbitrary, splintering the self: this isn't animalistic abdication; this is the willed slavery of the dilligent dogmatist; and soon he'll eat his own tripe, slowly beginning his descension from mere ennui into anonymity. spontaneity finally begets the static.
