Sympathetic vibrations – sympathetic harmonies –
What then should we seek to read?
What balance between the explicit and implicit?
‘Deep surely calls to deep’ so what then for the shallows? The shadows? The flesh?
The explicit vs the implicit. For instance,
‘Both read the bible, day and night. But you read black while I read white.’
Then unless we’re trying to learn only the most mechanical stuff, perhaps careful implications are more valuable for extrapolating or triangulating ‘truth’. Even good attempts at explicit exposition are so easily fraught with the inevitable ambiguity of inconsistent antecedents arising predictably from mixed references to elements of both consensus reality and non-consensus reality.
Therefore, the value of fiction to convey truths (nonfiction).
But it makes me wonder about the validity or effectiveness of approaching certain knowledge head-on, either as student or as teacher. Just like looking at the sun will blind you, and we learn to optimize light by reflection, refraction, diffusion, and shadow projection; or, like the honeybee approaching a flower, using a golden ratio of approach vectors it spirals in for a blossom landing … Why, I wonder?? Is the learning curve really a segment of a divine spiral of learning ?
Our word-bound approach to knowledge is an epistemological conundrum. Better to lead someone toward a wordless encounter with the ineffable than to presume they are on the path by their mere ability to name it.
Is there an optimum and universal sequence of revelation that mindful coaching can cooperate with and encourage? Like successive approach vectors? Do Loevenger, Kohlberg, Wilber, etc. have a real handle on this?
This really deserves study and at least one thesis, like:
“Approach Vectors for Dummies” or
“How to Essentially Get to Where You’re Not Exactly Going” or
“Murphy’s Easy Epistemic Ontology: Overcoming Circumstantial Gravity” or
“Developing Your Personal Vision: Customized for Your Cheap-ass Sunglasses”
“And gathering all together in the hintermost, he ploddy ploddy forth into the deep thundermold of the complicaden forie to sorten this one out, Matey. Where at, man? Where at? Oh dear!”
~ Small Faces “The Story of Happiness Stan” on the album “Ogden’s Nutgone Flake