He sits here with a coffe cup in hand, attemtping to break out of groginess, playing Bach's Cantantas on the stereo, messages in German that he doesn't really decipher. But then music is about swimming beyond the tyranny of the Word into some space that is alight with grace.

He sits, drinks coffee, and scans a book title on bullshit, titled "On Bullshit". And after reading

"It is impossible for someone to lie unless he thinks he knows the truth. Producing bullshit requires no such conviction. A person who lies is thereby responding to the truth, and he is to that extent respectful of it. When an honest man speaks, he says only what he believes to be true; and for the liar, it is correspondingly indispensable that he considers his statements to be false. For the bullshitter, however, all these bets are off: he is neither on the side of the true nor on the side of the false. His eye is not on the facts at all, as the eyes of the honest man and of the liar are, except insofar as they may be pertinent to his interest in getting away with what he says. He does not care whether the things he says describe reality correctly. He just picks them out, or makes them up, to suit his purpose."

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"On the other hand, a person who undertakes to bullshit his way through has much more freedom. His focus is panoramic rather than particular. He does not limit himself to inserting a certain falsehood at a specific point, and thus he is not constrained by the truths surrounding that point or intersecting it. He is prepared to fake the context as well, so far as need requires. This freedom from the constraints to which the liar must submit does not necessarily mean, of course, that his task is easier than the task of the liar. But the mode of creativity upon which it relies is less analytical and less deliberative than that which is mobilized in lying. It is more expansive and independent, with mare spacious opportunities for improvisation, color, and imaginative play. This is less a matter of craft than of art. Hence the familiar notion of the “bullshit artist.” "

related questions begin to pop up in his mind, such as the distinctions on whether he recently bullshitted or more simply lied to? And such questions are soon enough dismissed by recalling a line of Homer Simpson, “It takes two to lie, Marge, one to lie and one to listen."

Also for further discussion on bullshit, look at this article from the New Yorker.