On Philosophers

I never know where my ideas come from, or if they are even ideas; I have no idea when cognitive errata becomes, officially, an Idea. I never know anything clearly; I never know what I know or what I don’t know or what constitutes knowing. The weak link in the history of philosophy are philosophers themselves (especially professional philosophers), who always begin with the implicit or explicit premise that they have a clear idea of their own ideas. Even skepticism presumes a kind noble agnosticism; Nietzsche destroys Truth, but deifies himself in the process. Socrates knows nothing — or so he says — and seems rather self-satisfied about it.