Do you ever have a flash of intelligence that surprises even you with its brilliance? What’s usually remarkable about those moments is not how complex the thought is, but rather how obvious and simple, in hindsight, the conclusion is.

That leads me to wonder: First, why can’t I constantly have pure clarity on everything? And second, what does clarity even mean?

What is it that fogs our minds, that prevents us from consistently taking in information, assigning it to the correct mental model, and effortlessly deducing what’s retrospectively obvious? The answer is so close to the tip of my tongue that I can taste it. But it’s just not coming to me now.