Knowledge takes form at the boundary between what can be articulated and what cannot yet, or perhaps cannot ever, be fully known. Hubris remains evanescent.
Knowledge takes form at the boundary between what can be articulated and what cannot yet, or perhaps cannot ever, be fully known. Hubris remains evanescent.
The further we push description, the more it drifts from the thing described. What begins as a gesture to bring the world close becomes, over time, a mechanism of distance. The machinery of representation translates immediacy into abstraction, and the cost is intimacy itself. To know through description is also to estrange: the signal replaces […]
Finding ourselves existentially foregrounded as the protagonist in and of all we do, it is almost inevitable that we come to think of ourselves as exceptional or special and in those instances when the healthy doubt of a wise, common or garden-variety insecure intellect dawns upon us, we quite rapidly and gratefully barter our own […]
There is no “best” theory, there are only progressively “better” ones.