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[vidushakmanus]

ye productive na hone pe samaaj pe bojh feel hona kaise band karein ji? 🥰

[femalefemur]

i'm? idiot?? i'm? stupid???

[vidushakmanus]

the overwhelming urge to tip a glass when someone is drinking from it is the reason i'm not the main character of life

[vidushakmanus]

mentally i'm still slaying it in front of my class on multiple instruments

[vidushakmanus]

What angers me? The knowledge that I'll never be enough. I can read every book written and master every skill, yet there would be things I can never feel and colours I could never see. I'll always be shaped by, or atleast affected in part, by my emotions, my experiences, my sense of being. I'll be hindered by the narrow lane of continuity I've been thrust down and hobbled across myself. And then I'll die. And none of it would ever have mattered. I mean, yeah, I could do something "great" and be remembered for centuries. But what then? What would that mean? What is this sense of importance I attach to my consciousness? What better is it to me than it is to a piece of rock? I'll never know. I'll always be one step away from knowing and never grasp it. I'll never have the exact information to formulate an answer. I'll never escape the prison of my mind. I'll always be so small, so inconsequential, so limited. It angers me.

[vidushakmanus]

i put the d in tragedy

- zeus (almost certainly)

[vidushakmanus]

i don't want a slip n slide on mars, i want a phone camera that captures the goddamn MOON

[vidushakmanus]

Word of the day:

Phaneron

noun/ from φανερός

The world, as filtered in through our senses

The term phaneron plays a major role in epistemology and phenomenology, and is usually associated with Charles Sanders Pierce who famously said:

"By the phaneron I mean the collective total of all that is in any way or in any sense present to the mind, quite regardless of whether it corresponds to any real thing or not"

To put it in simpler terms, imagine what would happen if the limits of human perception were to be tweaked just a little bit. A few more colours that our eyes could see. A few more sounds for our ears. It is highly doubtful, almost certainly impossible that we would see the same world as we do now.

The world we call our reality. So it becomes fairly easy to see how the image of the world our senses let in to the brain can be drastically different from how it actually is.

Perhaps the simplest example could be how two people may perceive the same thing as hot or cold. The thing in question has changed nothing about it, yet two individuals can not agree upon an actual state for it.

So is that it? The ultimate limitation of the human mind? To exist in a small slice of reality, forever cut off from the facts of the universe?

Also, it begs of question of what would a being actually capable of viewing the world as it is be like. Would it be correct to automatically give it the name of god, or does it not even make a difference?

Think.

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[vidushakmanus]

so imagine thor, but with throg's mjölnir

[vidushakmanus]

"Quaeritur, Quaestio, et Dubium"

- "Question, question, and doubt"