EPISTEMOLOGICAL RELATIVISM
The World is what it is regardless of what you think it is. There is a chance that what you think it is, is what it is. There is also a chance that what you think it is, is precisely what it is not.
Perhaps you think the world is round. Is it therefore round? Perhaps you scoff at he who says, “the world is round.” You might say, “the world is much more bumpy than that.” Is the world round? The answer is: either it is round or it is not round. What the world is not, is both round and not round.
Perhaps you say, “God is the creator of the world.” Perhaps you scoff at she who says so. God is the creator of the world, or God is not the creator of the world. God is not both the creator of the word and not the creator of the world. Also, “God?” What does that mean?
When I say “God,” do you hear, “creator of the world?” When you say “God,” or even when I say “God,” all I hear is “blah.” You might ask, what is “blah?” And I will tell you. “Blah” is just a sound I make with my mouth and voice. It does not mean anything. It does not invoke any precise, and normative description of any definitioned word.
What do you believe? Is what you believe, what actually is? The less you believe, the better chance that one of your beliefs is in something that really is.
What is the point? The point is the beginning.
What is the point? The point is the beginning.
SUBJECTIVITY
What is to say that I am responsible? Does it mean that when stimulated, I will naturally respond? When I have responded and look back to see what just happened, is there a response laying in the way like a solid granite statue would be be erected after a sculptor had reacted to a plinth of granite. Who is responsible for the granite?
When you turn and look to see what remains in the path you are traveling, is there an actual thing. Or is there a hole wherein what you have erected has vanished? Can you remember whether the path is paved or more natural; are there bricks or stones? Who put them there?
I once came across the snout of an african pigmy goat shrouded by an aqua marine cardigan sweater. As I now reflect on the fact that the goat's teeth had been removed, I wonder if it is the case that there were never any teeth to begin with. Notwithstanding, could the goat have decided to have teeth?
You are born with teeth. Are they responsible for the masticated barley in your gut? Who designed your gut? Your gut unwinds to eschewed danger. Butterflies swarm here and turmoil erects there. Dynamic aesthetic repercussions constitute wholly undervalued and unforgiving expectations.
Are you free to respond? You are free to respond, if you are free.
