You can understand something but you still don’t know it. Only if you experience it you know it. Being a father or losing one. You can understand them. You don’t know them until you have experienced them.
It’s like those AI agents I had to talk about. I didn’t knew them until I programmed them. The exposure to their reality is a different space. It’s impossible to put it into words. I did understand, but didn’t know. Nothing significant changed in my understanding, in that logic, but still everything changed in my relation to the topic. I cannot put it into words.
Only experience counts. Cult of done. Cult of experience. Don’t write about what you think, only write about what you have done.
“But I do nothing worthy!” Wrong. We do many things. They might not be Guinness worthy, but we do them. They are significant. They teach you. But you need to live them.
Being alive and being thinking is a tragedy. While you think you are not truly knowing. You are just understanding. You are simply living a decaffeinated version of life. A bland version. A watered down version.
As easy as biting your next orange with your full attention… as easy as taking your next breath in full awareness. Only when you do this you are aware of its significance. In the realm of reason, it won’t break any record. In the realm of life, it brings the color back.