The stress test of certainties (and the art of having your ideas demolished)
I have an uncomfortable, almost obsessive habit. I take a belief of mine—one I consider solid, well-formed, almost definitive—I place it on the workbench and start hitting it with a ten-pound sledgehammer. No holds barred. I dismantle it screw by screw, pour the solvent of doubt over it, smash it to pieces…
