Risk to be wrong!
I see people quoting famous writers and scientists left and right, as if wisdom only counts once someone else has said it. Every argument draped in authority, every thought wearing another man’s name. But why don’t they come up with their own?
The world is plastic. It bends. Everything is still being written. We can say what we want and shape what we see. We can test truth by living it, not by citing it. I’ve met people who collect quotes the way others collect stamps. They know what Nietzsche said about God, what Augustinus said about time, what Camus said about absurdity.
The mind becomes a museum, full of borrowed relics that no longer breathe. Tear down the shrines of these old ghosts. Stop worshipping their sentences as if they were scripture. Read them, yes. Learn from them. But don’t build cages out of their words.
They were humans trying to see clearly in their own time. So are we. The point of thought isn’t preservation. It’s ignition. The moment an idea stops burning, it turns into doctrine. The moment you repeat someone else’s words without tasting them for yourself, they lose their fire.
Truth isn’t inherited; it’s forged in the friction of your own errors.
Speak your half-baked hunches. Let them crash and burn if they must.
From the ashes, something alive might rise, no citation needed. Reality is not fixed. It’s clay. Every honest sentence spoken from the heart makes it a little bit more bearable. Every act of independent thought chips away at the walls that they built to divide us. Say what feels right to you.
Think for yourself.
Risk to be wrong!
It’s the only way anything true ever begins.