We All Usually Talk Daily

We all usually talk daily

Introduction

We all usually talk daily, today I started a conversation with the person with whom I speak most in the world, with myself. And I realized that I normally talk to me without questioning the magnitude, length or depth of my self-knowledge. I have assumed until today that I know myself, without appreciating how much or little that I can or not to self-knowledge.

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So, I started asking essential things: how do you like sunsets?, What is your favorite color?, What is your favorite aroma?, Do you care about your dreams?, Do you frequently see stars?, What aromas have the hugs of your loved ones? And so, I wondered things to pay attention to the Oracle of Delphi: Know yourself.

Delphi

At the same time I thought how the blacksmiths shape iron, carpenters mold the wood, and the wise. But before wanting to try to mold me, I should know what I was, in the case of being something definable. Something that led me to think, if I am something, what am I? And I remembered the duality of me. That duality learned by the philosopher Kant, that duality of the represented self and the self that represents. And in any case, one is the one who asks and the other who answers knowing that they are the same. It seems something tangled, but we would have to go a little more slowly.

Let us leave for another moment the question of self in front of the other. And let’s go back to the duality of the self, knowing that my I can unfold, that means that I can know only part of the totality that I am.

And I wonder, am I a totality? In the case of believing that the answer is affirmative, would it be a totality to what?

It would be in any case a unfolded totality, because although the years pass through my body and my memory, who remembers seems to be a metatemporal or timeless person. I would not know which definition would be most appropriate. But unfolded totality does not seem to make argumentative or logical sense. The truth is that now I am perhaps a little worse of how I started. In principle I only wondered about the being that I am, trying to know me in the case of being possible, and now I glimpse the duality that I am.

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The truth is that I intend to play the sage in the search for self-knowledge, and not feel like a stranger for myself in front of the mirror, or while I speak with myself. But just asking me about me, I insert me in another dilemma, I am in an object for myself. Because, speaking from epistemology the subject who knows only knows objects. Among subjects there is no knowledge, the only possible thing in the case of being one subject to another is a meeting. So when I find myself there is no knowledge, what there is is a sharing. How do I not find myself and meet me?

conclusion

I am the subject who wonders for himself, my asking me for me I hope I do not move away from the answers I am looking for. The truth that the dilemma ends how several dialogues of Plato do. self-knowledge is difficult. For this reason, when asked: Who are you? My most faithful answer will be: I don’t know. What I could say is that I am in the best case (as I affirmed San Agustín) a question for myself. I am a question that wonders for itself and in itself.