Our identities belong permanently to the conceptual world. They can’t be seen, heard, smelled, touched or tasted. They’re merely ideas. And everything else — at the start — belongs to the sensual world, the world outside us.
Gradually we reach beyond ourselves.
We encounter the sight, smell, touch, taste and sound of our own bodies.
And of the world around us.
And we discover that objects of the physical world can also cross over —
— and possess identities of their own.
Or, as our extensions —
— begin to glow —
— with the life —
— we lend to them.
I am biased. About many things. I have preferences, opinions, perspectives, notions, lenses, view-points and point-of-views. I think most of us, if not all, are biased in one way or another, but I do not speak for most of us here. I only speak for myself. And I am biased.
Am I proud of my biases? Am I ashamed of them? Neither. They are just like my hands and feet: a part of me that I spend very little time thinking about. They’re just there. Just as there is physical pain when I hurt my hands or feet, there is mental anguish when I dent my biases. Just as my hands and feet are slowly changing as I grow older, so are my biases. Continue reading “Biases and Arguments”