I’d hate to be the kill joy to burst the beautiful bubbles most everyone is riding sky high on, including near infinitely reduced affective arguability, in stead of ‘effective’.
But regardless this appearent near approaching final epoch, of almost epic like proportion, let me be the one please to remind You and you, that this argument which has gone on ceaselessly for generations, numerically coincidental with the many turtles resting upon each other’s back, that…
well, that is, the inversive nature of the law of contradiction , demand the simplest modicum of truth.
That truth, the complexity of a series of infinite number of turtles, is very prone in intermittent series, as if totally, absolutely reliant on literally counting them one turtle at a time.
To sequence them as such, literally by totally dismissing one unfortunate turtle who was left in the lurch, may create as many sequential sets, as probabilities can account for.
Sure it is not merely inconvenient to discount such a rare occuramce, and De-politicisedl the odd man out, the third man, the man in the grey flannel suit, cause he resides in shades almost fading to pure white.
Almost white is the inconvenient truth, as the presupposition that it is merely a glitch, a very odd man indeed, who dares to proclaim that He may be identifiable by all that near to very near approach to the pure white.
That is the problem here: we only hear what we want to hear, but can’t or don’t want to sense the big picture within which we have to re-represent ourselves as the Author of the very thought re presentation, as if suddenly realizing that we are the authors of our own created self image.
That may be simpler to see, then to try to get out, exit, where we feel hemmed in by the ’ No Exit’ sign.
If unwilling, to reduce to this unfounded , insinuated level of authenticity, how can we come up by a quantified quality, that can overcome and rule out any distinction between knowledge and and it’s method.
Cantor, Nietzche tried, and their reason was undermined by the then current boxed in dimensions of existence.
They had to reduce their understanding within a scintilla of an non measurable ’ eigenblick’.
But if that reasoning could be sustained, then those limits could again structurally disintegrate, therefore paving the way to total structural disarray, where a cognitive domino effect can compel Prometheus to totally unbound.
Who can ever in hell face that personal responsibility unto themselves?
Even all the tricks in Faust’s jack in the box could never untangle the ness, let alone identify the culprits, the other demons, and then surely would not be left any others to debate or argue with, lest to seek to vindicate one’s self as Dostoevsky tried in “Letters from Underground” No one dared, except at the outset of the last great world war, Sartre, who could only are by and with himself in “Nausea” until…