My epistemology

 

I know for sure that we are all marooned on the same rock. Sure, I can´t "ultimately prove my presuppositions" but, dude, neither can you. Neither can anyone else. And since I´m still standing, I have enough confidence in my five senses to continue, you know, standing. And occasionally eating.  

So we are all on the same rock. We all see the same fog around the rock. Some of us claim to see beyond the fog and sing about it. We call them "bards" if their songs are meant to simply entertain. We call them "prophets" if their songs are supposed to be taken literally. 

Then, there are people who don´t even see the fog, since they are all looking down on the ground, insisting (on the top of their voices) that there is no fog to begin with. We call those "scientists". 

But sure, they are good at growing food in small gardens surrounded by little pebbles. So I suppose we have to tolerate them. At least as long as they don´t try to extract laser-beams from cucumbers, that kind of stuff. We tolerate the bards, too.

But the prophets? They occasionally convince people to try and leave the rock, insisting that they can make them fly just by the power of their songs. But every single time, their followers fall of the rock in a downward direction. A bit like the lemmings this summer past. It´s also a bit strange that the prophets remarkably often don´t try to fly themselves...

I´ve heard a rumor of a man who grows even bigger vegetables than the scientists, sing even better songs than the bards, and can teach a mental technique to see through the fog, which would be even better than the false songs of the prophets. But he doesn´t demand that you jump. In fact, he is happy to leave you with a somewhat larger garden. Then, he jumps himself! Or so people claim. 

And no, this is not a song. It´s something I heard through the grapevine. A whisper in the dark. A wind in the willows.

May I once meet this man.