antipode mind. When I have time i will write a book about my brain.
"Like the earth a hundred years ago, our mind still has its darkest Africa’s; it’s unmapped quandaries, and Amazonian basins. Like the giraffe, and the duckbilled platypus, the creatures inhabiting these remoter regions of the mind are exceedingly improbable. Nevertheless they exist, they are facts of observation; they cannot be ignored by anyone who truly wants to understand the world around them. “ If you go to new south Wales, you will see marsupials hopping about the countryside. And if you go to the antipodes of the self-conscious mind, you will encounter all sorts of creatures any more than you invent marsupials. We need to explore our own antipode minds as we do the physical world around us.” Knowledge is what the individual makes it to be, because in reality “Every ultimate fact is only the first in a new series,” and from our own perception we may understand our inside perception of knowledge, and pull down our outer social praxis from what we are said to believe. What is the source of our knowledge, and what doubts are they’re concerning the possibility of knowledge?
“The eye is the first circle; the horizon, which it forms, is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure repeated without end.” Our senses create knowledge within our lives of reality. Every action surpasses another, until a new theory of reality is created. Our theories are being skewed by our senses, because we make a hypothesis, and we have no physical senses to prove them because we were either not around, or it is too far away to capitulate. The Big Bang is a hypothesis, for we never existed to actually prove the conclusion. “There is no fixtures in nature. The universe is fluid, and volatile. Permanence is but a word of degrees.
The new continents are built out of the ruins of an old planet; the new races fed out of the decomposition of the forgoing. New arts destroy the old. Roads, and canals: engender railways by steam, to electric cars of the future.” When our culture is but past criticism, and old knowledge new knowledge of hypotheses, theories, and conclusions will be recreated. For our books may not exist anymore, and may be ashes of a dormant society. “The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new, and larger circles, and that without end.”
The source of knowledge is our own perception of the world, and it is doubted like “melting away an old Greek sculpture of the past,” because the world around us is a “mysterious ladder” of un-answered truths.