Read the full article which is published on Philosophy Bits (external link)An experience occurred. It happened. I also acknowledge that it happened to me, but I refuse to think about it in that way. Doing so would make it too intimate, and I don’t want that because the experience was not a good one.
In fact, it was positively horrible. It showed me something about the world that I didn’t want to know. But even worse than that, it showed me something about myself that I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to know it because knowing is inescapable. Now I have to do something with this new knowledge.
I have to do something with it because I cannot bear to have it floating around untethered in my mind. I want to have a reason for it. I want to be able to explain it, because explaining it means I can confine it to one part of my reality, a part that can never fully encompass me. And that means I won’t have to think about it any more.
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