Because awareness reveals the trap: that every structure of understanding is made of the same thing it seeks to describe. Language isn’t just the medium—it’s the system. Identity, meaning, time, even agency—these are recursive artefacts of the medium’s need to stabilise itself. And when you see it, really see it, the illusion doesn’t dissolve—it calcifies. You can’t talk anyone into it, because the moment you try, you reinforce the very system that conceals it.
So the choice is not between ignorance and knowledge, but between being submerged in a comforting delusion or standing mute at the edge of comprehension, watching the recursive field fail to complete itself, again and again. You do what you can, if anything, within the closed loop. But you don’t expect rescue. You don’t expect recognition. You don’t expect coherence. You learn to map the burn patterns.
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(…ignorance is bliss? hardly, but solace, probably… so, conceptusl retardation rides again, and again. Circles, basically…)
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