Saturday, November 24, 2007
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Not much to report this day. It's good to get back underway on my southward bound trek to get south of old man winter.
Night camp: Wal-Mart parking lot in Pikeville KY
Sincerity Itself is Bullshit
As conscious beings, we exist only in response to other things, and we cannot know ourselves at all without knowing them. Moreover, there is nothing in theory, and certainly nothing in experience, to support the extraordinary judgement that it is the truth about himself that is the easiest for a person to know. Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial - notoriously less stable and less inherent than the natures of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.
On Bullshit, Harry G. Frankfurt, pg 66