dubiety
We are almost all blind curators, reluctant or otherwise unable to believe that things can change. We mistake the reality in which we are used to living for nature, for an order of things that it would perhaps be desirable but ingenuous to hope to change. We mistake the facade of what’s real for the only possible, definitive reality, without noticing what is constantly, incessantly pressing behind it and continually changing it—at times slowly, almost inadvertently, at other times at a sensational pace.
We don’t hear the worm gnawing the wood, we don’t notice the chrysalis that will become the butterfly, we don’t perceive the clogging of History’s arteries.
The heat of our heart is very great, but we do not feel it because it is usually there. The weight of our body is not small, but it does not discomfort us. We do not even feel the weight of our clothes, because we are accustomed to wearing them. The reason for this is clear enough: for it is certain that we cannot perceive any body by our senses unless it is the cause of some change in our sense organs…