…but then I saw the light
This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: What was something you once believe was true but now you know is false? How did you feel when you learned the facts?
The early years
From an early age, I learnt to read and write by typing with my tiny hands on the hard keys of a Minitel terminal. In case you don’t know, the Minitel is basically the ancestor of the Internet – and yes, I’m that old. The terminal was my first computer, even though all I could do was type and sort of draw things that I couldn’t even save, and I was sad to see it go.
Why can’t I just answer the damn question?
This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: Do you need to have hard-cold facts to believe something, or do you know things with your heart?
If we only believed with hard-cold facts, there is not much we would accept as true. The way I see it, knowledge comes from two sources: our experience, and accounts of other people’s experience. By “experience”, I mean everything we go through, everything we feel, everything we study closely. And by “accounts”, I mean everything people share about their experience and other people’s experience, whether honestly or dishonestly, and sometimes honestly yet based on dishonest sources.