Plant Root

Work wears me out. I’m gonna hit the gym in a few.

The vicissitudes of certainty and doubt. These undulations ebb and flow as I continually plant knowledge gathered from the uprooting of doubt.

One needs to be certain of something before any reference and relation can be held to it. Without certainty, skepticism and doubt will lead to eventual nihilism and nonsense, and no knowledge will be gained. However, if one holds too firmly to certainty, he is likely to grow in self-deception. I often find myself at a cross roads of balance.

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I need to apply myself to more focused ratiocinations. I should choose a few topics within a few subjects to spend my time exploring. Recently my mind has been all over the place, and no specific cultivation has taken place.

I need to make time to write. These little entries are nice and all, but I have so much to get out and expound upon. Too tired.

The Brothers Karamazov is an amazing book. Highly psychological. Highly philosophical. Highly recommended. Next book is Nausea by Sartre. Just arrived in the mail a few days ago. When I’m finished with that one I’ll be picking up Brave New World by Huxley.

Write more later. Gym time.