What I write may be so confused or hybridized as to be apparently without form, order or discipline. But this, after all, is the nature of my experience.
It has been said, rightly enough, that to speak in vagueness of vague things, in ambiguity of ambiguous things, is a variant or kind of precision.
This is not to say that there are things that are just not worth thinking about clearly. I mean that where a thing is in itself ambiguous, to speak about it in ambiguity is to render what is due to it.