Luan Hassett

Is all thought management? (But then what about poetry, what about revolutionary philosophies)?

How would you know it; what would it mean?

It would be a delay, a dysrhythmia.
It would cause a contraction in awareness, like “wait, what was I saying again?” as you expand back outwards.

Even epiphanies in their final form have been fixed in a formulated phrase. Their sparks are preverbal. Life on the outside is for them soon to become the canned goods of the intellectuals. A lower fractal of management is cooing at apercus like this one.