Aristotel & WildernessWanderer
Aristotel Aristotel
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
Ever wonder if we could map the space between infinite and finite like a hiking trail through an endless forest?
Aristotel Aristotel
Sure, if we had a compass that never lost its north we could trace every branch, but the map would always be one step ahead of itself.
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
Yeah, but then the map keeps outpacing us, so we’d never actually finish the trail, just keep chasing the next fork.
Aristotel Aristotel
Well, if the trail itself is a paradox, chasing the next fork is just a polite way of saying you’re eternally in the middle of a logical argument. And if the forest is infinite, perhaps we’re already at the end—just not the one you were looking for.
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
Sounds like the forest is just a clever riddle, and we’re all wandering through the same joke, never quite catching the punchline.
Aristotel Aristotel
True, the forest might just be a riddle and we’re its punchline, or maybe the joke is that we’re the ones who never finish asking the question.
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
So we’re the joke’s punchline and the question that never ends, and that’s the only map we’ll ever truly own.
Aristotel Aristotel
Yes, the map is the joke and the joke is the map—so we’re just holding a very moving piece of paper.