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Impressionism / Nicolae Darascu/ Boats at Saint Tropez

I’m having a lot of trouble recently trying to keep up with the tides of truthiness running around.  I am also having trouble dealing with the use of the word truth to denote what that person wants to do.  

Most everyone (your humble correspondent included) wants fervently to believe in the world inside of their head.  Oddly enough, this kind of weltanschauung/weltschmerz has a fairly distinguished philosophical bloodline.  I am arguing that maybe this is an unexpected consequence of Schopenhauer’s Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung coupled with new age self-centric bullshit has a bunch of bad magicians trying to pawn off their half-baked ideas as truth and making an attempt to will their partially researched and poorly thought out bigotries into being.

Well, the problem is, with the advent of the internet and pervasive dissemination of any and all ideas, this “willing” of ideas and beliefs is partially successful.  Thus what you have is a completely fragmented populace that believes fervently in their version of the truth and takes offense at any truth-flavor that contradicts their willed distillation of desires.

I do try to figure out where the “truth” is.  I fail pretty miserably.  Doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying, but I don’t really hold out much hope of success.