Akin to something I was writing about yesterday, there is more magic, or things unknown in the heavens and the earth than we can ever know within our philosophy. We can try. The attainment of knowledge is a golden thing, aspirational for anyone and everyone. The gold is out there to be found, I suppose most people maybe look for it in the wrong places. The classics can’t be beat, but they do go out of style. And they can be built on. Turning the head towards the heavens and recognising that beauty, majesty and scale of the cosmos makes your social questions, whatever they are, seem very insignificant indeed.
There is more revelation in the sun rising up above the trees, or the swan skittering across the water to land perfectly as it intended. The dew on the grass of a morning. The explosions in the night sky, the fact that we are powered by a giant fireball battery that is miles away. Millions of miles away. What knowledge should I carve that is not these kinds of experiences? I notice my footprints in the sand and in the forest floor. I feel the trees. I hear them. We search for sympathy with intelligence, and not necessarily the pursuit of knowledge. Curiosity with a purpose.