Lovingly

Genuine polemics approach a book as lovingly as a cannibal spices a baby. – Walter Benjamin

The quote above makes me smile and feel a kind of horror at the same time. This reminds me of a lot of things that at first glance have nothing to do with each other but in careful consideration one might find they actually related like do cannibals really spice babies differently than adults? Or does polemic applies to anyone who has a strong opinion about anything? But then again not everyone has the same track of thoughts. Certainly not like mine which borders on out there and absurd and often lacks meaning even to my own understanding. I blame it on early onset of Alzheimer, lack of sleep and proper nourishment. One thing I can say about my thoughts is I entertain them lovingly up to the wee hours even though they don’t always deserve such careful consideration. Do I make sense? Of course not.