My writing has become dry and un-fun and rather than persuade people, the facts I present are perceived as hostile. I should have known better. My goal was to foster critical thinking, to participate in a second Age of Enlightenment. Instead, I’ve caused the very minds I would open to become even more doxastically closed. This makes me tremendously sad. I have further harmed the journey to reason and failed in my goal.
It’s time for self-reflection. Maybe I’ll try my hand at writing fiction, for a change. I need to re-learn how to tell a story. I’ll be back when I can improve the silence.