It’s notoriously easy to slip into the unconscious assumption that any such aliveness is for later: after you’ve sorted your life out; after the current busy phase has passed; after the headlines have stopped being quite so alarming. But the truth for finite humans is that this, right here, is real life.
I want to write when I've had a strange thought on a train, or when I'm working something out and writing it down is the only way to do it. Without it needing to be content.
If knowledge is causal, creative, and world-shaping, then we’re now in an era where what you know — and how expertly you encode and refine it — can literally shape the world (and beyond).