Once a critic
I spent a lot of time on the idea that we as humans built up our whole world view. Hardly anyone knows what a culture is like untouched, although we pretend the Natives of America were, it seems fairly obvious they had contact at least with ancient other people for their pyramids and even their numerology. I know that it is obvious to people about time passing, but how obvious? One wonders how common intelligence really is. So it seemed to me that we had become accustomed to believing about things what we knew was real but putting a bend on it. Our own interpretations here and there. And it was always interesting to what degree we diverged, not in erring, but sometimes. The idea that occurs to me often is that we are always trying to nail the truth. We disagree on certain items, things clash like patterns in separates, pants and shirts, socks and shoes. As we elaborate the clashes are more ugly or even beautiful, according to taste and open-mindedness. I was criticizing Carl Jung ...
