- from 2021 by 23trees

When we were living under the sun, we were hiding from the environment that, with the passing of time, we came to understand. We developed a concept of calculus using our fingers as digits, a calendar, first by noticing the regularities of celestial and atmospheric phenomena.

All we needed to do was look, see, experience, internalize, and finally structure this sensory puzzle in a way that consistently made sense and formed a steady base for planning the future. But as our cognitive structure grew in complexity, the plain logic of seeing-is-believing needed a booster. So, we began to rely on inferring. To cut through the bullshit, we developed intuition, then hunches and itches, and so on. Our ability to see through this ever-increasing web of non-instantly certifiable facets of truth and its facsimiles developed into intelligence.

As intelligence developed, questioning everything became the cornerstone of science, the finest tool for understanding and searching for the unknown. Conquering the unknown became a goal of its own, leading us to disperse and specialize into ever smaller parts of the unknown. Soon, we relied on machines to help us create models for theories we couldn’t dream of solving alone in our lifetimes. The truth became scrambled, a puzzle within a puzzle, information so compartmentalized that we couldn’t intuitively make sense of it without interdisciplinary efforts. Symbols became like pronouns for whatever was too long to write and remember. Then symbols became reality on their own, with symbols replacing other symbols, permanent fluidity of context changing the meaning of concepts in an instant. Orders and instances of symbols shifted with every paradigm change, which started happening daily, hourly, from second to second, until everything, however unverifiable, became “possible,” then true. This complex of symbolism became so confusing that anything recognizable became inevitably true. We forgot to question.

I don’t know why, but I rest my hope in younger generations, growing up in this mess, becoming naturally adept at navigating the fake and true and discarding stupidity with ease.

Today, we are too polarized to recognize the riddle of distinguishing bullshit when we step in it. Who can say they know the truth? Is there truth? Who can say that they can see through the unimaginable superstructure of intent behind the info that we get to “know”? I navigate my life with my innate sense, but this sense could be created, partly or wholly, by some unknown intent itself. I can’t honestly guarantee I’m right. I don’t want to. You’ll have to believe me or not.

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