How much of our science and philosophy has been colored by the justifications of shitty men?*
Men make these laws,” she told her mother. “And they also don’t know where a girl pees from.”**
Everything had been decided by a sky in long black judge robes, and she floated as the head at the top of it and saw everything, everything, backward, backward, and turned away in fright from her own bright day.**
All day she drank in information, but no one was telling them the main thing. No one was telling them how long they would have her, how long the open cloud of her would last.**
We are irrational creatures who cannot adequately understand our own actions or explain them in terms of rational principles. This, in a nutshell, is the thesis of Fear and Trembling, a book Kierkegaard wrote to rationalize abandoning his fiancée, Regine Olsen. I left the cemetery in a fatalistic mood: How much of our science and philosophy has been colored by the justifications of shitty men?*
[[...]if it was true we could speak of reality only by speaking of ourselves, then how could we ever be sure that our observations were not self-serving, that we were not just telling ourselves stories that flattered our egos?*
The words “shared reality” stretched and stretched, flapped at the corners like a blue felt blanket, and failed to cover everyone’s feet at once, feet that all shrank from the same cold. Picture the blanket with its wide satin hem, for didn’t we all have the same one?**
*God, Human, Animal, Machine, Technology, Metaphor, and the Search for Meaning Meghan O’Gieblyn
** No One Is Talking About This, Patricia Lockwood
see the New Yorker, November 30,2020 The Winged Thing, Patricia Lockwood
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