The truth, as I pen down my thoughts, may be puzzling. It may take some time even for me to grapple with. At times, it may be counter intuitive, may contradict my deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what I desperately want to be true, but then our preferences often do not determine what could be true.
We have a method, and that method helps us to reach not absolute truth, only asymptotic approaches to the true. We could never be there, just closer and closer, always finding vast new oceans of undiscovered possibilities. Failure to find the way does not mean that there is no way. Denial of reality does not make it unreal. Writing down my thoughts would be based on chance to make my life as meaningful as possible. It is, amongst other things, to set for myself a model of conduct according to the way I am committed with what I write.
We have a method, and that method helps us to reach not absolute truth, only asymptotic approaches to the true. We could never be there, just closer and closer, always finding vast new oceans of undiscovered possibilities. Failure to find the way does not mean that there is no way. Denial of reality does not make it unreal. Writing down my thoughts would be based on chance to make my life as meaningful as possible. It is, amongst other things, to set for myself a model of conduct according to the way I am committed with what I write.
