Excuse me, do you know who I am?

By julian Sudre

Whoosh – we have entered an esoteric topic with a soupcon of philosophical flavours and a mixture of question marks.
Until now, I have felt hamstrung, hog-tied and nearly fell by the wayside when it comes to doing my calculus as people have seen me through the matter-of-fact prism of life that divulges rationales which cannot be trifled with.

Ideologically, I should consider my line of reasoning sane, merely because my own consciousness lucidly expresses a state of being that I would but regard as plainly non-argumentative. If mind and consciousness are discordant, that is, clashing with the reality of state of things, it could foment a discontinuance of acceptability of one’s own world and drive one non compos mentis.

Proving the state we are in would pertain to methodological scepticism -- the philosophical school of thought that critically examines whether knowledge and perceptions are true and whether one can ever have true knowledge, whereas thinking is the essence of the only thing that cannot be doubted.
As Descartes said: cogito ergo sum, “I think therefore I am.”

I should be on sound ground if I become cognizant of the fact that my ideas strictly speaking, of who I am and how people identify me and conjecture therefore a valid interpretation according to the data they were given.
Mathematically, they have analysed me by way of their own senses and perception. By using one’s judgment and other intelligence such as birthplace, age and religion and sex, they fall into a conclusion that is deemed to be true, without question.
Whereby truth is subjective, relative, and absolute does not have a rigorous definition as a concept.

Therefore “being” would engender a natural process of analytically deciphering from birth the actual rationale of the self by discarding the sophistic element as illogical. The reason why we accept that two plus two equals four is a mathematical deduction of figures, in other words life has been based around the simplest formula that governs and orchestrates our logics and enlivens our database.
We admit to call a spade a spade because simplicity is the base for arcane equations and we suffocate soon if we lack the base that maintains an intellectual equilibrium.
But sometimes, freak storms surface that were not part of the equation and the very few work out that two plus two equals five.
The latter would contradict society, clash with the essence of credibility but nevertheless they come up with food for thought.

This is why I am encumbered with my own database, not the one, I believe to be cogent but the one people out of simplicity, have slapped on me.