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Jun. 26th, 2016 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionIt's like seeing a color and being disappointed everything behind it isn't the same color, an endless cone going out into and beyond space. Because the good was possible in your thought, and that made your thought so happy, the world is now a disappointment, and if it doesn't come to you you're fine with it going straight to the hell it now feels like. Disappointment. When what you were waiting for does not come then all of time is cheapened. High standards and sunk cost are the same thing.
And yet we have never done enough, more is always possible, to lower our expectations is to commit the other sunk cost fallacy of assuming we need to have something guaranteed to be real in our hands at the end of the day no matter how many chances it's made us forego. We waited so long for something it seemed like self-betrayal to hold out for uncertain more.
The trick's to assume we don't know enough to declare our knowledge knowledge, but not that we thus know nothing (which would need knowledge to say). There are no special cases to skepticism. We must be just as skeptical of our skepticism - perhaps such that we avoid the word as redundant. And remember always that no doubt is worth entertaining unless our guesses matter. Honest skepticism must be in the service of a decision, a commitment. A felt reality.
Now if only we knew just what reality we've felt.
Of course we know all about it - or rather we know one of its infinite infinities of knowables.
But which? Well, this one.
But is it enough? It will be enough for what we're able to do. Perhaps not what we want to, but the second we think so the answer's to change what we want.
But not to change it to nothing. Though passing through nothing's perhaps unavoidable. Perhaps how our wobbling needle learns where to hold still.
And yet we have never done enough, more is always possible, to lower our expectations is to commit the other sunk cost fallacy of assuming we need to have something guaranteed to be real in our hands at the end of the day no matter how many chances it's made us forego. We waited so long for something it seemed like self-betrayal to hold out for uncertain more.
The trick's to assume we don't know enough to declare our knowledge knowledge, but not that we thus know nothing (which would need knowledge to say). There are no special cases to skepticism. We must be just as skeptical of our skepticism - perhaps such that we avoid the word as redundant. And remember always that no doubt is worth entertaining unless our guesses matter. Honest skepticism must be in the service of a decision, a commitment. A felt reality.
Now if only we knew just what reality we've felt.
Of course we know all about it - or rather we know one of its infinite infinities of knowables.
But which? Well, this one.
But is it enough? It will be enough for what we're able to do. Perhaps not what we want to, but the second we think so the answer's to change what we want.
But not to change it to nothing. Though passing through nothing's perhaps unavoidable. Perhaps how our wobbling needle learns where to hold still.
