“The gods did not reveal, from the beginning, all things to us, but in the course of time through seeking we may learn and know things better. But as for certain truth, no man has known it, nor shall he know it, neither of the gods nor yet of all things of which I speak. For even if by chance he was to utter the final truth, he would himself not know it: For all is but a woven web of guesses.”
– Xenophanes of Colophon, 500BCE
You ever try to piece it all together clear as crystal? Look at you Sherlock, sure you still do. It’s inherent of existence that we viscerally will to describe the way the current of the river took us. In doing this though we describe exactly that! We tell of how it took us, in our own mind; How it tugged on our senses, and perhaps how we pushed back a little bit just to know how friction would feel against resistance – The river would be of no interest if it didn’t give us something to move against.
I’ll follow my cords, and you follow yours. Whenever they cross we can try to explain to one another the mysteries of what we saw. It will never be true North; No matter how scrutinizing we are, we’ll either leave something out or put too much in. And although we may have been born with it at the source, everything is the initial moment – Something we don’t come to make complete sense of for ourselves until we take a far look back – Even then, complete sense to ourselves is merely an illusion
You think you know why the river moves as it does?