I don’t know what to call it. John Muir is awesome. So poetic, interested in all the things I’m interested in, inspires me to get out there and go hiking (as if I needed more motivation?) – yet, his work is… I don’t know what to call it… “heavy”… the opposite of light reading. I’m just slogging through it. I don’t know if I really like it, but it’s definitely beautifully quotable. It’s leaving me with so many mixed feelings.
I just reread Peter Watts’s Blindsight for the second time and Echopraxia for the first time. I “got” Blindsight so much more the second time around, but both times it was tough. Echopraxia probably needs a reread at some point, but maybe a few years down the road. So many science, biology, and trans humanist ideas are in those books that you almost need a degree in philosophy to understand it.