Impure thought does not observe the limits imposed on cross-fertilization. It parasitizes the beauty of its own impurity. Mixed intelligence lives off of the grace of forgetfulness, morbid fascination, false arguments, and impure motives. The bastardized intellect is shaking the bars caging the strong concept. Negativity, as long as it cannot be implemented or arrive at consensus, can carry it a long way and leave existent conditions behind.
Clear ideas are of no particular interest to the bastard.
Rather he fiddles around in order to cause a short-circuit, always on the lookout for those flashes of thought which are necessarily followed by thunder, on occasion effecting a direct hit or refreshing creativity. The bastard feeds on decaying fashions, not with the intention of recycling them but with the conviction that the whole is always the untrue. Contaminated knowledge recognizes that truth has its weaknesses, handicaps, superfluities, lack of motivation, and poor PR techniques. Catastrophe no longer hits us but simply passes by. The bastard interrupts the great lines and muddies the clarity of future dreams.