“My intelligence often develops most adeptly in concert with my doubting that it yet properly exists, or is yet of an acceptably advanced species. It is ironic that the best developmental hope for my intelligence requires the copious inclusion of doubt about its existence or power.

It is this latter aspect that troubles me more, for every leap forward almost invariably reveals the incredibly myopic confusions of the positions that preceded (and, perhaps, catalyzed) it, thus, I am forced to realize the stinging primitivity of my previous position.

Just as it seems that my intelligence depends in part on my doubt of its existence or present state of structural coherence with reality and relation, I suspect that many faculties are thus; for I know that my musical abilities require a very similar form of doubt, which, in proper measure, facilitates their development almost magically. My authorial skills appear to share the same schema.”

— an anonymous informant