Suffering Fools

If someone is incorrect, you should still read, listen or try to comprehend their belief. Not to refute them, but to understand the architecture of their error. Falsehood is not random. It has shape, lineage, motive, inheritance. Every mistaken claim is a footprint left by a system trying to stabilise itself under pressure. To read the wrong is to map the stress-lines of culture, fear, identity, and power. Without that, truth collapses into preference, fact into fashion. A thinker who refuses contact with error is not protecting clarity but insulating belief. Differentiation requires proximity. You cannot learn the terrain by standing above it.

A mind becomes precise by encountering its antitheses directly, not through summary, rumour, or caricature. Hearsay dissolves structure. Opinion blurs causality. Wistful belief substitutes comfort for comprehension. To suffer fools is not indulgence, nor patience, nor moral posture. It is methodological necessity. You sit inside the logic of distortion until its internal contradictions reveal themselves. Only then does correction become possible. Not correction of the other, but calibration of the self. Understanding grows by inhabiting what it is not. Truth sharpens itself against resistance. And sometimes, in that friction, the fool becomes the teacher.