I just had something of an adventure, my friends, I did a 12 hour walk in nature with no

media covered about 25 miles, absolutely wrecked my body and learned some pretty deep things

about my mind in the process.

I also documented it as I went, check out the video kind of trip report of my solitary

exploits at youtube.com forward slash third eyedrops, tickle the elbows while you're

there by liking and subscribing.

Welcome back my friends, Michael P. present, one of the things that human beings seem to love,

more than almost anything is categories.

It is a core part of our sense making process.

If we can categorize a phenomenon, a person, a thing, for instance, I would categorize

that background noise as my cat screaming, did you catch it?

I might as well lean into it at this point.

He's totally fine by the way, she's just the talkative sort anyway, categories.

We love them.

If we can categorize a phenomenon, a person, a thing, whew, what a relief, how comforting

because now we can talk about it, we can compare it to things, we can put it in a grokable

box, wrap it in a cute little linguistic bow, give it a smooch and fall asleep with a

smile on our faces, knowing things make sense.

Make sense has enormous quotes around it, of course, in this case, and I'm just going

to cut this ramble short and say, I'm not trying to say categorization bad.

That's way too reductive, way too simplistic.

We'd be swimming in nonsense without categorical systems.

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