So there was the hill. The one we had climbed as children and as teenagers and then as adults. The one that housed our debates and birthed our philosophies and fostered our thought processes, or mine at least. I thought I could get closer to the clouds and moon - no?
And I stood. At the top of the hill. And speaking to only those interested, I said...only that nothing can be known for certain but only with varying degrees of probability. And that all knowledge, then, is unstable to some extent. And rue the day induction was presented to us and then relied upon so heavily.
The sun may rise today...but just today and not tomorrow with any certainty. Adaptability, comfort, and content ended a civilization one day - or it will, I swear.
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