/lit/ - Literature

>>17856567
>he gets butthurt over people who get butthurt over anime

>>17606074
The mere fact that my subconscious is hidden from my view means that there is a blind spot in my self-perception, i.e. a missing piece of the puzzle of my real, objective self. So even if my self-perception were completely factual, a lot of things (of which my subconscious is a part) would remain hidden from me. All observations and explanations I make about myself suffer (in this example) from my ignorance of my subconscious, just as a mechanic's explanation of a car suffers from his ignorance of what is under the engine hood. This is just one piece of our ignorance and assumes that our perceptions are factual (though incomplete) and that our analyses are correct. However, we are mediocre observers and unreliable analysts, both of the world around us and the world within us. Our observations, even of things we can see (unlike our subconscious), are fuzzy, and our analyses soaked in emotion and fluctuating daily attitudes...

I ramble on and on because I can't quite put my finger on it. What I am in my own eyes has changed too often, too rapidly, too vehemently, from day to day, sometimes in an instant – I cannot with good conscience take my own opinion of myself completely to heart. What I have achieved, what I am worth, what I can do, what I want - these are all stories that I tell myself every day. Admittedly, there is a bit of truth in all of them, sometimes more, sometimes less, just like in legends. But between me and objective reality (I don't believe there is an objective reality, but only the totality of subjective reflections of something untouchable, but let's call it objective reality for simplicity's sake) between me and objective reality hangs a veil, a milky glass, a transparent mosaic, and I squint my eyes and try to make sense of the specters I see; but I never get a clear grasp of the image, and it is too vast to capture in a single glance, and I have to let my gaze dart from point to point, while the colors and shapes move around so quickly, ever changing, never being quite the same when I return to a point of the picture previously observed.