Answers

I’v escaped into the realization that there really are no answers.  There is only the probability that something is ‘such and such’.    Dogmatism always did bother me anyhow, and it is such a relief to be convinced that certitude is probably a mistake. It’s at least an illusion.

Even being certain that there are no answers is probably a stretch and not true.   I can only say that is likely that there are no real answers.

So is the railing on my deck cold, or does it only give me the experience of coldness when I touch it?   In all likelihood, the railing is cold, but I only have my experience of coldness to rely on.   The railing is probably in a state of coldness, but there is a certain ambiguity about my touching it.

I can use some kind of instrument to mimic my senses and try to determine how cold the railing is.  Even then, my instrument cannot directly communicate its finding.   It can only give me an image, a read-out perhaps that relies on my sensory experience.   Again, what is the likelihood that I am correctly reading the instrument?   My reading the measurement can only tell me what I am likely to feel if I were to touch the railing.

All my instruments can only relate back to  me what I am likely to feel, see  or hear if I were to use those senses directly.    Even my sensory experience can only imply something about an object, and not much more.   My senses can only go so far to imply that something is likely present and it likely has certain properties.  That experience, uncertain as it is, is all I have to rely on.

All around me there are fields of surging energy, manifesting in so many ways that my senses experience.   I seem to be constantly living in the illusion that something is actually there, and my imagination fills in the gaps of information.   It is a marvelous creative world of no certitude, no answers.