The following text was written in lemon juice...
Yesterday, on the spur of the moment I got off at Camden, and walked home along the canal (regents). It took about 40 minutes, about 30 of which I was completely lost.
I mean I knew interlectually, that regents canal passes _under_ islington, so if I followed it long enough, eventually I would get home.
But I still felt lost.
How is it that we can know one thing, and feel another. And is belief just giving into the feeling and ignoring the knowing?
I think there should be another word, one which differentiates between believing that which you know to be true and believing that which you feel to be true.
Maybe other languages have such a word.
The French have libre and gratis, which mean quite different things, where as English has only free.
I mean I knew interlectually, that regents canal passes _under_ islington, so if I followed it long enough, eventually I would get home.
But I still felt lost.
How is it that we can know one thing, and feel another. And is belief just giving into the feeling and ignoring the knowing?
I think there should be another word, one which differentiates between believing that which you know to be true and believing that which you feel to be true.
Maybe other languages have such a word.
The French have libre and gratis, which mean quite different things, where as English has only free.
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