Originally posted on my blog Sloth And Dignity.Truth is unknowable, because we can only know with our minds. I mean, no, of course truth is knowable.I’m sure, to an ant, truth is apparent: follow formic acid trails, dig in soil.To us, probably the same—the truth of whatever is our own equivalent of formic acid and digging. Broader by comparison, of course, but equivalent in terms of being constrained by limits we know nothing about, out there on the impenetrable edge of our own capacities.I wonder what an ant makes of the beach, the shore, the ocean. The sky.An ant works in the daytime, but I don’t think it questions where the light comes from.What don’t we do? Mike Kupietz , a reluctant scion of the postmodern age, is larger on the inside than the outside: perhaps not a composer, but a producer and arranger of sounds; nor a writer, but an avid writer-down; an occasional author of doggerel; an erstwhile urban hermit; and privately a man of very great ardor. He is, if now resigned to never succeeding at those personal and artistic pursuits he holds most dear, unwavering in his determination to fail at them as entertainingly as possible. He is currently in what he calls the "red bathrobe period" of his life. If you're wondering what all this has to do with FileMaker development or IT consulting: you done taken the wrong turn, this river don't go to Aintry—Mike's professional services are on his San Francisco FileMaker Pro consulting website. View All PostsPost navigationPrevious Post etruscanmingle.comNext PostThe Common Sense Conundrum