The urge is still there, the Promethean urge to claim to understand reason more than God and to invent your own reason in a nausea of reason. It’s not that you’re sick with reason, that’s false; but you’re sick without reason. You’re sick towards having reason, reason that can’t be held onto. You’re sick and think you’re transgressing it, but you hold reason as an ideal. You hold reason as something that you value which eats and degrades nature to move faster. You’re frustrated. Scared.