Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read
Well, as mentioned above, I’d never read Moldbug until yesterday morning. Peterson I’ve known about since the 90’s. And Q . . .
I’d say what links them all is reality. The real. That nasty way that reality has of punching you in the nose when you spend too much time in fantasyland. Or, perhaps more specifically, a visceral feeling that we are spending too much time in fantasyland.
But that is coming from a pretty low level of the depths.
