Light at the end of the gut

Ideas don’t come from above. They are pushed out from below — slowly, painfully, and often require fibre.

For a long time I was tormented by the question: where do thoughts come from? The ones that later turn into “I thought about it and decided.” I checked my head — empty. Checked my heart — just charts and debts. One place left.

It turned out everything worthwhile is born exactly where a person sits alone and in the dark the longest. This is not a metaphor. This is engineering reality.

— Edison was on the toilet when he understood carbon glows longer in vacuum. I checked.

Anyway — don’t trust people whose thoughts “appear.” Trust those whose thoughts pass through.