Steiner's Digest

It is very strange: my head is full and empty at the same time. Like a Ferrari crawling along at 20 mph because the road is bad and the driver isn’t sure how much his baby can take. Or perhaps the handbrake is still on? At the same time, I cannot—and will not—sleep. I can still feel the power of that incredible engine. But I also fear it (Kant’s essay on enlightenment comes to mind). I am overwhelmed by it, intimidated. I fear the possible consequences if I let go. I might destroy the engine or overheat it (as I seem to have done recently). I might hit a barrier, or be stopped by the police. So I just keep crawling along.

(Image: Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Kopf des Kranken, 1917, Brücke-Museum Berlin)