The Knife, the sharpening!

A knife doesn’t care if you call it pretty; it just wants to cut and such.

Sharp? Good. Dull? Bad. Whetstone? Hero. Sandpaper? Traitor.

The knife’s purpose is its only Yelp review, and it’s written in lunch plans.

Now swap the knife for a brain. Its purpose?

Enter Great Books—the intellectual whetstones.

Some sharpen grip.

If a book leaves your mind more aligned with the world, love it.

If it leaves you arguing with pigeons about quantum ethics, toss it.

The telos of intellect is not a game of accumulating ideas—it’s to cut holes, puncture through the nonsense. Stay sharp.