#aposteriori

[demiroirs]

@apos-teriori | you know why

            For all his supposed genius, the code is no closer to cracked than it were to begin with, and perhaps that’s sign enough to give it some pause. The night will be creeping up on them soon, and in a few more the sky will be bloated with moonlight so fantastically full that there’ll be no helping him whatsoever. That much is probably to blame for the restlessness gnawing at his nerves until all sense and reason seems lost in the fog. His jaw hurts from squeezing his teeth closed so long, eager to bite and soothe some indistinguishable ache. Teething pains almost, or so Hiraga had (laughably) likened it to, and Roberto is loath to disagree.

             “Ah...” He sighs. He sounds very defeated, a touch moody as he sinks back in his chair, combs his nervous fingers through the hair curling about his face and forehead. “It’s no good. I can’t concentrate for the life of me, Hiraga. I’m still not used to all this, I think--it’s not always so bothersome, though...” A gruff little sigh from the Italian’s throat, and the tips of his fingers searching tenderly around his aching jaw. “This is by far the worst part of it. Have you noticed me doing it in my sleep at all?  I worry for my teeth if this keeps up.” Well, there’s a drop of humor to glean from that much enough to make him laugh. “Or I would do. I forget there’s little this body can’t recover from any longer. But it is righteously annoying.”

[fearooren-blog]

          And after a while, an unlikely encounter became such a usual one. The way he would sit and wait for a lost child. For one that all but finds the entity engage him with riddles and missing solutions upon the way of speech he extends in uttering words without apparent rhyme or reason [ answering questions in ways that only more arise ]. It had become such a normal little thing, that one might want to wonder why he ever allows it to happen [ had the Chief not ushered him to be here for other reasons just? ] and yet finds himself without a single mind to it all.

          A regular tiny thing - but there was no surprise in the sudden irregularity that shows itself right before him in the shape of someone else. Someone new. Someone that had the possibility to find the creature sitting low and in reach [ not upon his usual perch high above ] and found with eyes closed waiting for the inevitable - today the smallest bit changed and turned.

          Still, there was no way for him to be truly caught off-guard [ Verloren knew, he always knew ]. "Do you seek something, my child?" But still, asks as if he decidedly tries to be closer to unknowing human being. And surely is nothing of it at all. "Or is there a reason else, instead of simply 'finding' me, that you are here in your partner's stead?"          || @apos-teriori

[white-reaper]

          And it wasn't as seldom as one might assume, that the male was called to 'aid' those that had little to no means of fighting what had been his daily work only a few years prior. One would want to mention that Arima was surely capable of hiding himself away with that partner of his should he really not desire to be of outright support, but in one way or another, he aspired the difference from life as peaceful and near picture-perfect as it had found itself to linger upon him like the finest of veils, soft and silk-like [ the fog rising from streets he wanders through to find the place of 'crime', they felt so different - so surely different ]. Laughable mainly, back in Tokyo, back in any other city that had more to do with these kinds of 'casualties', everybody would have known what to do and who to call.

          Some places, alas, were still so starkly inexperienced with anomalies that threatening to devour mindless harmony whole with jaws opened wide.

          He was meant to meet a certain someone and offer assistance for this or that reason the former investigator didn't stop to consider [ it was just a part of his current 'work' one might want to say ], and was quite sure this very person to be the young man that seemed to contrast vividly with all those that insulted themselves as some task force or even 'police' for matter of a badge hanging somewhere on untouched attire [ laughable ]. "Hiraga Josef Ko, I presume?" And not only the attire would give away that this youth was just so completely wrongly set in light of brutal murders that had taken place maybe a few hours prior. "My name is Arima Kishou, I was told to meet you."          || @apos-teriori

[demiroirs]

☩ ∴ @apos-teriori

                 “Yeah...you’re right.” Except, Rob doesn’t know what Hiraga is right about to begin with. About the wine, maybe, that he knows he’s grown sleepy with all of a sudden from drinking but that little too much until he is sick and swaying and quietly folded up against the arm of his couch. He looks silly and small and strangely younger than he is with his red face and fluttering eyes. He isn’t entirely together, and no man perhaps ever really is when he’s drunk. Is that even really what they’re talking about? He lost Hiraga’s voice ages ago somewhere in the white noise and only answers because he vaguely recognises it now beyond the fog as it bells and insists to him about...something. He forgets, like he wants to forget a lot of things (and sometimes still doesn’t.) “Yeah,” drawls uneasily from the priest’s throat in a dull, timorous echo of himself once more, something more automatic and near thoughtless than what is ever typical of a man as bright as him, unconvincing and barely trying not to be, “...really think you’re right.”

[lostalter]

Enigma - A Posteriori vynil #vynil #enigma #aposteriori #coloursofenigma

[deshoneste]

@apos-teriori

               “If I’m to be frank, I smell a rat in our midst, Father Hiraga. The sudden infatuation with engineering of this sort is not unknown to me, though I never imagined its seduction would drive our nation to chaos like this. I have my guesses, but...” The gilded clock ticking overhead chips away at the silence that Lilium leaves behind in the shadow of his smooth voice. His tone is carefully measured, appearance groomed for business as usual, immaculate in his stand by the window stretching its endless shine from beyond his thin silhouette. The vase he inspects gleams full with the purity of flowers dressed all in white, fetching to the chief’s thoughtful eyes. There is another man in the room, called here for glorious purpose, that Lilium does not yet again turn to see. He swiftly shrugs the burden of quiet from his shoulders once the air warms with the rest of his declaration.

             “Cleaning up is a matter that is growing swiftly out the control of what humble forces we can currently employ, and the situation isn’t getting any prettier out there. You two are something of a legend though, I hear--people can’t give enough glowing reviews for your expertise. That is why we’ve brought you here to Badon.” His smile is cunning, but empty. It does not reach his hooded eyes and their questionable sincerity as they pan across the paler vision across from his desk, a finger tapping pensively at his chin before a palm leans down upon that wooden shine splitting them both apart.

            “I’m leaving matters in your capable hands, my friend. I want the rogues polluting our peaceful streets dead and gone, and then we’ll smoke out our turncoat, wherever and whoever they may be. I have the utmost confidence in your understanding and mastery of these situations, but tell me now before you begin--any questions?”

[conza]

Natural Sciences

What then is the rationale of the classical economists for regarding their science as different than the natural sciences? And what is behind Mises's explicit reconstruction of this difference as one between an a priori science and an aposteriori science? It was the recognition that the process of validation the process of discovering whether some proposition is true or not is different in one field of inquiry than in the other.

Let us first look briefly at the natural sciences. How do we know what the consequences will be if we subject some nature-given material to specified tests, let's say, if we mix it with another kind of material? Obviously we do not know before we actually try it and observe what happens. We can make a prediction, of course, but our prediction is only a hypothetical one, and observations are required to find out if we are right or wrong.

Moreover, even if we have observed some definite outcome, let's say that mixing the two materials leads to an explosion, can we then be sure that such an outcome will invariably occur whenever we mix such materials? Again, the answer is no. Our predictions will still, and permanently, be hypothetical. It is possible that an explosion will only result if certain other conditions? A, B, and C are fulfilled. We can only find out whether or not this is the case and what these other conditions are by engaging in a never-ending trial and error process. This enables us to improve our knowledge progressively about the range of application for our original hypothetical prediction.           — Hans-Hermann Hoppe, ESAM

[3nigmatico]

Bastardos sin gloria. #Enigma #Voyageur #APosteriori