Tribelessness
The greatest price of liberty and freedom of the mind is a sense of lonesomeness, hostility in kind
from those who walk with steps together, marching in a line; with every notion lined up straight, to thought now disinclined.
“If I think X I must think Y,” they say wholeheartedly assured. There is no room for discord now; the lines must not be blurred.
We cannot mix the two hands' work: it must stay split in two! And if you can't fit neatly in the World says: fuck you!