the book i am reading, stimulated the following thoughts. i aim to be a “well-informed” person, whatever that may mean. and i hope to obtain that information in what i consider to be an open minded manner. meaning, when learning about something unfamiliar, no knowledge can be immediately discarded-my strategy is that of a sponge. i begin with the intention of infusing as many different people’s points of view and psychologies into my own as i can, until a certain point. when my absorption of information reaches a certain threshold, unavoidably, opinions begin to form. the more well-informed i consider myself to be on a certain subject, the father i feel i have moved from open-mindedness. not that i ever reach a point where i would reject new information or ideas. but i realized that no matter how open i aim to be, how many different sides of the matter i discover and understand, the way i think about something will always be a point of view, the only thing that changes is how broad and/or stable a base those ideas are built on. “i say i am open-minded but what i think is.” the reason this struck me was because on some level i had forgotten that every single thing in this whole damn world can be brought back to a matter of opinion. not that i was ever conceited enough to think that i could reach a point where i was truly enlightened on any given matter, but some sort of optimism had developed that somehow one could have a fair? or just? or justified? outlook. and that these people exist or have existed in the world. but i’m no longer sure if that is a defendable statement.
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thats just like, your opinion, man.