Reading, writing, philosophy.

How to keep writing when there's so much to read. A problem. The persistent worry that one hasn't
read enough to justify writing more. So many journals, books, online blather. Is it supposed to be new? Profound? All those poor souls
who want to keep their jobs teaching and writing philosophy so they write and write until they're given the tenure they need to keep their jobs. And then,
they discover, that they haven't really *thought* about anything for a long, long time, and so they have nothing real to write. Only blather.
Babel--the necessary condition of the possibility of non-blather. A riddle in an enigma wrapped by bacon.

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