Thoughts from a sit by a tide pool

Maybe old Feynman was right. Maybe if we’re not getting it wrong we’re not doing it right.

Stumbling toward the truth;
A tiny candle shining into the darkness of the unknown;
Incomplete, inaccurate, misidentification;
The cutting edge of ignorance

Even ideas we are most sure of; the door of uncertainty left open just a crack
A crack to let the light of revolution in, if that needs to happen.

The Method, by nature, a process steeped in scrutiny and doubt;
Sometimes mistaken for incompetence

Not incompetence!
The most powerful tool of inquiry and discovery we have;
Every incomplete answer, every wrong understanding,
when recognized becomes a stepping stone toward Truth.

If we’re not getting it wrong, we’re not doing it right.

For now, the tide is low.
But the lowest-of-the-low tides is always followed by the highest-of-the highs.
The nature of the system; low water decaying to the unstoppable incoming current;
Life-giving water returning. Renaissance.

Waiting patiently for the incoming tide.