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Ideology, Ideals… these things seem like chains, constraining us, limiting our agency.
But underneath these things – indeed, underneath all things – are Ideas. Ideas are gossamer silk; we can tie them, form them into fine cloth, dye them any way we choose. Ideas can be played with; they can be traded, discarded, and shared. Ideas can free us to build a world we want to live in, not one that we must tolerate.
This is a space for Ideas, any and all Ideas, to run free, away from ideology. Is this a pipe dream? Is this a radical notion?
Perhaps.
Do you have any better ideas?
But underneath these things – indeed, underneath all things – are Ideas. Ideas are gossamer silk; we can tie them, form them into fine cloth, dye them any way we choose. Ideas can be played with; they can be traded, discarded, and shared. Ideas can free us to build a world we want to live in, not one that we must tolerate.
This is a space for Ideas, any and all Ideas, to run free, away from ideology. Is this a pipe dream? Is this a radical notion?
Perhaps.
Do you have any better ideas?
