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my rant on knowledge
I just read Journey Outside again, and thought of this. When I was a kid, I always wanted to meet that wise man on the crest of the mountain who would tell me all he knew about the meaning of our lives and secrets about the universe. School didn't seem to teach me anything, so I always hoped I'd run into this mysterious dude. And then when I got to high school, I believed that people older than me would have all the answers, and it wasn't fair that they were holding out, and I figured one day I'd find out those answers that they were keeping to themselves. But now what I think, feeling silly for even writing this down, is that of course there are no real answers to anything. Like that guy Nietzsche who said that there are no facts, everything is an interpretation that has biases and limitations, since everyone is only looking from one perspective. So anything you want to know, you're going to learn through something happening to you in a certain way, and then you'll have your perspective on it. I just don't think old people can tell me much, except entertain me with stories.
But anyway, now seems like the fun part. I get to experience things, and figure out what things mean to me, and try to develop my own stand on issues, and then my opinions really will be all mine.
How could a guy sitting on a hill know anything anyway. He'd probably be like "Meditate and see the beauty in the world and you'll be happy" and I'd kick him in the shin.
And all people older than you know is how to act like other adults in our society.