A poem is like a heavy weight that the poet has carried to the roof bit by bit. The reader is a passer-by upon whom the weight is dropped all at once and who consequently receives from it in a moment an overwhelming impression, a complete aesthetic effect, such as the poet has never known in composing it.

— Paul Valéry

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Mocárabe/honeycomb vaulting at the Alhambra’s Sala de los Abencerrajes

Mocárabe/honeycomb vaulting at the Alhambra’s Sala de los Abencerrajes

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Sartre pointed out that the trouble with narrative is that it secretly begins at the end: the preordained telos shapes and selects and shines the light of significance over all that precedes it.

ps WIBBLE EXCUSE ME WHAT IS THIS.

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We need to test radically different things. We don’t know what works. Destroy all assumptions. We need to find what works and keep iterating — keep learning.

‘Neil illusions’

Allan Neil in New Scientist, 1971, via (123)