”In philosophy, and particularly in metaphysics, certainty is a kind of death. It kills the question by embalming the answer. Not because the answer is false, but because it can no longer be touched.
The open mind does not cling to one story of consciousness. It does not convert hypothesis into creed. It does not confuse explanatory utility with ontological finality.
It remains open—not weakly, not passively—but rigorously. It doubts with precision. It resists seduction by coherence. It asks again.
I am not certain. That is my clarity.”
Thisness…
I’m a support worker in adult social care with an open-ended curiosity in the nature of mind.