This book is not for everyone, indeed, quite frankly, I am not sure it is for anyone.

Esoteric. Occult. Arcane. Mystical. History. Theology. A narrative is constructed. Meager turned into essential. Mere contingency into necessity. It all makes sense! Or does it? Well, probably not. I choose to read this book as a cautionary tale of sorts. What happens when one starts narrativizing to excess. After all, our mind is built for it, that is how we make sense of the world around us. If we try hard enough, we can make everything sound plausible and we could fool a significant amount of people, among them ourselves, with a decently constructed all-encompassing narrative. It is absolutely terrifying. Thank goodness such an obvious and easily exploitable flaw could never fuck shit up for real!!!

"There are four kinds of people in this world: cretins, fools, morons, and lunatics.”
“And that covers everybody?”
“Oh, yes, including us. Or at least me. If you take a good look, everybody fits into one of these categories. Each of us is sometimes a cretin, a fool, a moron, or a lunatic. A normal person is just a reasonable mix of these components, these four ideal types.”