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Having an idea is not the same as having an idea. The idea is great: it prevails even in the dark, growing like a soap bubble and usually exploding, spraying us with its droplets. Ideas are like farts of the mind. Depending on your thinking style, ideas can look like rare flowers or sudden cancers.

Of course, ideas have a life of their own, and just because they disappear at a historical moment doesn’t mean they can’t tempt us again. And conversely, a triumphant idea can suddenly stumble and turn into smoke, dust, and nothingness.

This idea is boring, but more solid. Its solidity can sometimes be deceptive, like a poorly baked brick. But the thought is not floating in the air, but rather slithers down like a snail, its mucus marking the trail of its walk.

We must always be able to determine which thinking can generate which ideas, or, if an idea is accepted (vote for the far right!), in which thinking it is justified. Is it okay to tie the future of a community or country to capricious financial speculation? Is it okay to look down on Republican forces (an area where the far right often fails)? Is it okay to shame people who are different? Is it okay to accept nonsense that is said to us without critical analysis simply because of the principle of authority? Does that mean that we, as inferiors, must accept the conditions imposed by the fools who wield world power? Do you think nature should just be exploited? You can have all the sex you want in your house, but you can’t kiss someone you’re not allowed to kiss in public?

Yes, thoughts are like the bricks used to build bridges, houses, and roads (sometimes harder, sometimes less so). If you use a brick, you know that to build something you need to match the next brick to it. Ideas, on the other hand, are autonomous and compete with each other for attention. I have this idea. I’m better, that is. How sad!