'When I see a review that starts, "X is a fine observer...", my mind numbs over. I see X at a desk, staring out a window wrestling the chaos into order. Reality isn't like that, more like lurching through corridors with a hand-held camera. An open mind, in the grand sense, is open to everything, even its own uncertainties and wild imaginings, with an ever-shifting focus and perspective, crowds of thoughts jostling for space on the page to make...
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