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there’s a strong temptation to find this bleak, cause we like the idea that effort should eventually purchase certainty, that if we think hard enough, read enough, suffer enough, become sufficiently intelligent, become sufficient at all, we will eventually be rewarded. at least rewarded with answers that stays answered. but why should reality owe us that? the universe was under no contractual obligation to be intuitively comprehensible to a species that evolved to identify predators, find food, and occasionally do stupid shit like develop an elaborate emotional attachment to someone who takes thirteen hours to reply to a simple text. our brains are instruments of survival that have become interested in their own operating conditions. the fact that they can interrogate the limits of their own understanding at all is already a fairly ridiculous development. it’s like… a house. you excitedly furnish your new place, get comfortable, start telling people you've finally found somewhere to live, then you randomly notice a door you hadn't seen before. naturally, you open it. there's another room. there are more doors. you’re in awe, then interested, impressed at all this architecture, then you start to think it’s ridiculous. too much. at some point you begin to suspect the building is infinite, or that the building is you, or that you've misunderstood what a building is, which is precisely the sort of development that makes you want to lie facedown on the floor for a while. but you get up eventually. you have to get up, because the door is still there
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