It just occurred to me: at the root of all human behavior is the desire to discover and to hold The Real Thing.

It can be a god. It can be a can of soda. It can be an author. It can be a house. It can be an article in a magazine. 

The Real Thing gives us a feeling that we have made a rare discovery, that we have been celestially designated as having, for once, clear and penetrating understanding of something. At first, there’s hesitation, self-doubt; but after this passes, a feeling of triumph ensues. We have The Real Thing.

I’m not sure what the implications of this are; after all, I have this web site just so I can scribble what I want when I want.