How Important Is It To Be Right (Or Even Wrong)? To me, it would be unimaginably profound to encounter some physical evidence that would logically suggest that truth is knowable to the human creature. Likewise, it would be equally profound if some of the physical evidence for the impossibility of knowledge could be debunked. I have found neither over some many of these past years.
I'm stuck with a brain that is nearly completely isolated from the outside world [like a man in solitary confinement], only "hearing" about that world via biochemical neural impulses from sensory nerves and organs. So, what can this little man in solitary "know" about the outside world, being so completely blind to it? That is the fundamental notion behind my opinion that I KNOW NOTHING. That's where this story begins for me, as it finally jelled in the mountains of northern California in July, 2004.
And everybody else's mileage seems to vary which is more than okay, I guess, because it is the only way when all we have are opinions and no irrefutable truths, it seems. My lament is that it is so terribly difficult to grow a story, to mature a story when nobody can get right in and logically challenge the basic assumptions and perceived/conceived evidence.
As yet another stopover in my quest, I was hoping for more. I won't give up yet.