OIA'I'O
the longer i live
“Yes. A bit like that.” You agree, your smile only increasing. It delights you to no end to witness someone slowly understanding complex concepts. Perhaps were you more observant, you might have picked out how Peter was slowly thawing. How his movements came easier, how his hesitations were slightly less.
“Sure. Think of it this way, a regress is simply a type of argument of which there is no obvious termination point. You might ask me a question—why are you wearing clothes—and I will answer. Of that you might ask why. Of that you might ask why, and so on it goes. There is no terminal answer that resolves the question.” Was that more helpful? You aren’t sure. Regresses make sense to you almost as much as breathing.
“Well, who’s to say that it is? Maybe two has a different definition. Maybe, there are other species that have a different system of mathematics such that it is twigs and berries that equal two. Or perhaps two plus two equals a river. If we all disappear, would 2+2=4? Or, like your thoughts on ethics, does the idea disappear once we do, as its a social understanding?”
At this you smile, drawing your legs up to your chest. “Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real...and then when you wake up, you realize how silly it was? Perhaps a dragon walked through the street, or perhaps a cat simply started talking to you and it all seemed normal? Maybe that is like this. It only seems complex, but it isn’t.”
“Sure. Think of it this way, a regress is simply a type of argument of which there is no obvious termination point. You might ask me a question—why are you wearing clothes—and I will answer. Of that you might ask why. Of that you might ask why, and so on it goes. There is no terminal answer that resolves the question.” Was that more helpful? You aren’t sure. Regresses make sense to you almost as much as breathing.
“Well, who’s to say that it is? Maybe two has a different definition. Maybe, there are other species that have a different system of mathematics such that it is twigs and berries that equal two. Or perhaps two plus two equals a river. If we all disappear, would 2+2=4? Or, like your thoughts on ethics, does the idea disappear once we do, as its a social understanding?”
At this you smile, drawing your legs up to your chest. “Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real...and then when you wake up, you realize how silly it was? Perhaps a dragon walked through the street, or perhaps a cat simply started talking to you and it all seemed normal? Maybe that is like this. It only seems complex, but it isn’t.”
the longer it feels
