Optimistic

When I am in the gym, straining under the unyielding, eternal will of the metal plates I struggle to hold aloft, I think to myself of how similar are the tasks to which the philosopher and the weightlifter set themselves; for the thoughts of men, like the muscles of men, improve only when driven to absolute failure. It is only there, where all possible effort has been expended, that a limit is obtained, a limit which once demarcated the greatest extension of strength, or truth, a sacred boundary hallowed by all as the measure of our greatness, and in obtaining it, it is destroyed, and a new, stronger and more unreachable limit replaces it. In this way, every deed done in the gym is done to destroy muscle, so that it will be replaced by a strength that it lacked, and in just this fashion, to search after truth is to plot the murder of truth, for all knowledge is unavoidably and inescapably a burden of troubles for the Ox.

We can never know that anything is true (unless, having defeated all that which is false). We can only know that some things are not; for they have failed, and demonstrated their inadequacy. But once an idea has failed, it has failed for all time, and we are free of its falsity. And maybe in due time, we will grow to know only one truth and stand like gods over our own piles of falses, holding only one supreme ambrosian answer, one that will go holy unopposed by anything.

Draw your own conclusions as to what I tried to say.

Keith Russell

Greetings:

Optimistic, you said, "we can never know that anything is true."

Is this true?

Keith.

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Optimistic

No. More so a neutral truth.

Think of Truth as if it had spectral definitions.

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