Elliot Morris

I suspect this is rather a familiar story. You're a regular person in tech, you consume a lot of tech media, and you've had a long and storied enough career that you've got things to say.

However, outside of a dry technical writing context, you've never written before. You try nonetheless, and discover that it’s rather difficult to get the words out.

Christmas has just come and gone, and I have dozens of half-finished essays sitting on my hard-drive. They are all similar in that they try to address enormous, philosophically dense topics, and they all fizzle out as I find I don't have good enough writing muscles to communicate what I mean in a way that satisfies me

This does not come as a surprise to me. I'm a bit of a psychedelically inclined person, and something that becomes evident in that space is that it's a simple enough thing to experience “the grand truth.” What isn't easy is bringing those revelations out of that dynamic space into a form that won't dissolve when exposed to the winds of consensus reality. Revelation isn't work, what is work is pulling those concepts upwards, negotiating with them, and mocking their conceptual dependencies well enough that they can be communicated in a way that doesn’t require absolute connotative alignment between individuals.

Boy, that sounds like absolute nonsense, am I going to explain what I mean by the above? No I’m not, that's the point. I am not yet capable of doing so, I haven’t developed the muscles for it.

Therefore, I'm going to write a blog a day for the next two weeks. Call it exposure therapy. They won't be significant or groundbreaking or particularly well written, but they are going to exist.