My late-life fascination with the probable impossibility of being certain of anything has caused me to take increasing pleasure in knowing (for sure?) that my understanding of things must always be not only incomplete but marginal, even minuscule. The pleasure comes from sensing how vast the unknown is and how inexhaustible the world is.
i enjoyed Wittgenstein's 'On Certainty' - the last thing he wrote, as he was dying.
ReplyDeleteI'd say "Arcadia" is the *smartest* play of our age. But I also love "Angels in America," by Tony Kushner.
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