I have been concerned for a very long time with questions regarding epistemology , or the study of knowledge. How can we be certain of anything? What do we really know? Everything we think, from our most cherished beliefs to our most mundane assumptions, seems to be subject to at least some level of rational doubt. How can we know when we've thought enough? How can we know when we are certain, versus when we are merely ignorant or As of now, I still do now know the answer to any of those questions, which I suppose is fitting. But one uncomfortable conclusion which I have reached is that the very nature of inquiring, or trying to figure out what we know or don't know, is itself something that is necessarily stunted, and involves the need to ignore most blind-spots at any given moment. At least part of the reason for this consistent and overwhelming blind spot is time. All inquiries are made in time, and all answers are found in time. The nature of our ...
It's like philosophy and coffee. At the same time.