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Well, that is very Nietzschean of you:-)...but the conviction that the Abyss is the truth is not truly forced upon us by the facts, either. Instead, we talk of resisting anthropomorphic hubris, or being manly enough to accept the facts, or some other such thing that indicates that we are proud of ourselves for not being taken in. Once, when I was much younger, I was on a bus with my wife on my way to Georgetown, in Northwest D.C. At a bus stop on Capitol Hill, a rough looking black teenager came on the bus, and as he passed us there was something that made me uneasy, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I had the impulse to move my wife's purse, but I didn't, because I was afraid that my unease was vaguely racist. Well, at the next stop he snatched the purse, that I could easily have moved with out any commotion, and as I chased him out of the bus, only stopping as he hopped a fence into a project, I felt like an awful fool. I knew, knew! that he had eyed the purse as he went by, but my inability to make a clear case, and my fear of acting according to stereotypes, led me to folly.Of course, if I had moved the purse, or if he had changed his mind for some reason, I might never have known for sure that I was right. In the same way, I feel that I know that there is something other than the Abyss, although I cannot prove it definitively, and I might be accused of anthropomorphic hubris. Only this time, I don't care, I will move the purse<VBG>.... |
