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I am in the midst of existential despair as well as a sort of pathological nihilism. I find myself constantly worrying about everything in which I think..
For quite a long time, I thought I knew what logic and reason were. Now, I am uncertain. I cannot be at all certain that what I consider to be logical is what is actually logical. Furthermore, I cannot be at all certain whether such a thing as logic even exists. For all I know, logic, reasoning, all of my thoughts could merely be some form of illusion that is beyond my comprehension. Everything could very well be beyond my comprehension and, given my mental state(long story - though I'm sure some of you are aware of it), everything does seem to be suddenly and frighteningly beyond all comprehension.
I thought for a while that I could draft something of a probability scheme for the structure of reality and epistemology, but what is probability? Does it exist? Is it a logical construct or simply an attempt by a feeble human mind to comfort itself about the future?
I also considered a certain "protocol," by which I would acknowledge all of the epistemological possibilities that I have considered, but I seem to be unable to maintain this pattern of thought. I find even the simplest of mental tasks to have increased in mental taxation by orders of magnitude.
Part of me concludes that I am merely a coward for fearing the potential possibilities of "reality," and part of me feels suddenly stricken with metaphysical blindness, deafness, and dumbness. It feels as though my life has become a sort of kafka-esque nightmare...
For quite a long time, I thought I knew what logic and reason were. Now, I am uncertain. I cannot be at all certain that what I consider to be logical is what is actually logical. Furthermore, I cannot be at all certain whether such a thing as logic even exists. For all I know, logic, reasoning, all of my thoughts could merely be some form of illusion that is beyond my comprehension. Everything could very well be beyond my comprehension and, given my mental state(long story - though I'm sure some of you are aware of it), everything does seem to be suddenly and frighteningly beyond all comprehension.
I thought for a while that I could draft something of a probability scheme for the structure of reality and epistemology, but what is probability? Does it exist? Is it a logical construct or simply an attempt by a feeble human mind to comfort itself about the future?
I also considered a certain "protocol," by which I would acknowledge all of the epistemological possibilities that I have considered, but I seem to be unable to maintain this pattern of thought. I find even the simplest of mental tasks to have increased in mental taxation by orders of magnitude.
Part of me concludes that I am merely a coward for fearing the potential possibilities of "reality," and part of me feels suddenly stricken with metaphysical blindness, deafness, and dumbness. It feels as though my life has become a sort of kafka-esque nightmare...