Critiquing the throne II

I accept a share of the world as it comes to me. Some of it seems impervious to doubt: certain truths – vacuous, brute, and otherwise. There are coils from which the mind cannot unwind itself. And these too encourage doubt.

Nor am I speaking of a metaphysical or ontological doubt. Not knowing the details is different than doubting the mere fact of something. I could doubt my senses,experience and innate perspective; but not that I am someone doubting. I am here in some permutation of being.  I may not know the fabric or the weave but I know that I am wearing it.

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Critiquing the throne

Self-critique has long been a habit of mine – I guess, really, a characteristic. I do not mean it in a résumé-filler sort of way; rather as a part of my perspective or, if you will, my worldview. I would better call it doubt.