Admitting to having gone a bit far afield in these matters is not difficult nor grievous. And there is a frank persuasion that indeed, it is precisely in the seeming of going too far afield that certain matters are established. For what, either collectively and dare it be said, even individually does man absolutely declare beyond his knowing? Collectively or individually when man or a man sets out to know a thing and summons his powers found in consciousness to know it, ever begins by resolving to himself…but this matter is unknowable?
It would appear that mind, even the mind in or of consciousness, (especially if speaking of man) cannot submit to all frustration as all and only ultimate outcome. Said previously, it is as a voracious thing, yet not often appreciating its own voracity. It is as if not knowing of its own innate (inescapabale?) consumerism it yet strives to be producer or a producer by matters grasped in such consumption of new truth.
Is it so hard to see? Where once man’s communication(s) were only face to face for exchange of consciousness…of what each knew or held, you and I may now write or record to seeming faceless individuals or multitudes in fractions of seconds across a globe. What once escaped on the wind was made more durable in writing and/or symbols engraved, made far more distribute-able by Gutenberg, far more immediate by telegraph…and on and on.
Yet in all, and by all…no matter of advances in technology, techniques, inventions, of words and/or imaging in all attempts at exchange of what might be (vainly?) termed true substance from one to another…or even from “things” to a person, ultimately (are we not?) still left, at very best, yes, still left dealing in metaphor? Still at some remove… where things are only known in terms of other things; working with our building blocks, one upon another, then another…in full hope that the very first laid (and often in complete trust despite its first setting being in all unknown to us) under-girding all above, supporting all above that have come to us as consequence, is true.
And that could well be “I have consciousness…and it is true”
And it was said truth is never off the table.
Dare it even be said…we only know our very own selves…at some remove?
But who believes that? Can it be…believed?
Can that frustration be made bearable?
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