A Tabula rasa (n.) is a myth: the new-born brain is an immensely old instrument, a deposit of ancestral adaptation that actively arranges experience — which is why even fantasy, the freest activity of mind, can never roam into the infinite.
A Tabula rasa (n.) is a great mistake about the newborn: the child meets the world not with aptitudes in general but with specific inherited ones — not inherited ideas, but inherited possibilities of ideas.
A Tabula rasa (n.) is a disastrous idea: it convinces the individual he is in perfect order, so he looks to the State for salvation and thinks meaning would come with free food and an automobile.
A Tabula rasa (n.) is what the failure of all ruling ideas leaves behind — almost anything might appear on it, and the Ufo may be just such an apparition.
Tabula rasa (n.) is what man is not born as; he is merely born unconscious, bringing systems organized by millions of years of development, the ground-plan of his individual and collective nature, as birds bring their migratory instinct.
The Tabula rasa (n.) is a myth: a child is born unconscious but with a finished brain built over millions of years, which carries the traces of that history.