On keeping secrets and wanting to tell them

a.k.a. The things we do for our friends

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: Do you become partially responsible once you definitively know of wrongdoing?

Knowing makes you an accomplice

A few years ago, a friend introduced me to a man and two women – let’s call the women A and B and the man Z. The three of them were quite friendly, but I quickly became friends with A – and count her as one of my best friends to this day. As I learnt early on, Z was in a relationship with B but had previously slept with A; so far, so none of my business. Things seemed a bit tense between B and Z, but I was told that she was completely OK with it.
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On the heart’s part in knowledge acquisition

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?

Knowledge acquisition

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.
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