Third eye drops are intended for open-minded adults.

Now the Ministry of Third Third eye drops. Anytime I start to become too sure of anything or I notice myself developing a sense of superiority,

I come down with a sort of psychic rash that manifests not in like

itchy patches but in shitty hierarchical thinking. It's an onset of an acute case of

the disease of sureness

the disease of believing

it's a true scourge I always come back to this point. Real knowledge is not knowing but nuance, understanding

a subject from multiple avenues, all the options available, all the while knowing you can never be certain.

So, with that being the case, it really behooves us to approach big questions with two things.

A sense of humor and an open mind that is as free of bias as possible, which is obviously problematic being a human being. But that way, at least you're having fun spelunking into all the ontological possibilities

and you're tamping down your confirmation bias as much as possible.

And I really do think that is a great rule of thumb. The problem is it's easier said than done. Here's a glaring example. Death. How do you confront the mystery of death with humor and an open mind?

You can't keep an open mind because we have an innate bias toward desiring a certain conclusion.

We want our existence to mean something.

We shudder at the idea of being some sort of cosmic accident,

unless you're one of those people who get off on that idea or

prefer the nihilistic existential paradigm. In that case your bias is just

backwards, but it's also hard to approach death with a sense of humor for obvious reasons.

Everything about being faced with it is crushingly, mercilessly sad.

As all of you know, if you listen to the rant on impermanence

I just put out a couple of days ago,

there is a cat-shaped hole in my heart presently which at

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