(Part 9 of an ongoing series)
Our five senses even interfere with sensible answers to stupid metaphysical questions like, ‘If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?’ My best answer is, ‘How do you know it fell?’ But that just gets people angry. So I offer a senseless analogy, ‘Q: If you can’t smell the carbon monoxide, how do you know it’s there? A: You drop dead.’ In modern times, if the sole measure of what’s out there flows from your five senses then a precarious life awaits you.
Discovering new ways of knowing has always heralded new windows on the universe that tap into our growing list of nonbiological senses. Whenever this happens, a new level of majesty and complexity in the universe reveals itself to us, as though we were technologically evolving into supersentient beings, always coming to our senses.
Neil deGrasse Tyson, “Coming To Our Senses”
All I know is that I don’t know nothin.
Operation Ivy, “Knowledge”
Underneath its ripped-sleeve T-shirt of nihilism, “Knowledge” is one of the most liberating rock n’ roll songs I know. Deep down it’s fueled by furious optimism that only looks like anti-social slacker guff to schoolmarms and country club dads. When you can admit you know nothing- well maybe not nothing, but practically nothing in the grand scheme- then you’re truly free to embrace the infinite, to own your awesomely sloppy guitar solo, to snarl as Jesse Michaels snarls, “that’s FINE,” full of anger and inner peace, like a Buddhist Johnny Rotten. That kind of attitude should certainly serve us well in the Post-Apocalypse.
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