I used to confuse models with ‘facts’.

I thought that what I modeled as an angel was an angel. It could yet be thus. But I no longer find myself (as commonly) confused between models and ‘facts’.

I can now more readily distinguish between models and facts, and I am not likely to be so confused as to demand some model is a fact.

The problem is, there aren’t very many facts. So, I know very little indeed, even though my mind has endless cities of structures and models. It also has forests.

And those are hotbeds of dreaming, where nothing is known because everything is being, flowing, streaming into and out of existence. What is not known is actively sensed.

This is a form of intimacy; active sensing. Knowing isn’t the only virtue. In fact, knowing is a confusing handicap, in a variety of ways and contexts. As I realize that a lot of the things I was treating as facts are models, this realization changes the structure of my mind, and all facts and models change in response. Recursively. Profoundly. This active realization changes what they are models of… how they relate… what I may or may not use them for… how I am used or aided by them… models of situations, people, the world… are not facts.

Don’t be confused. If they masquerade as fact-like or absolute, that’s the signal, right there, that the dangerous substitution of tokens for reality has gone, already, too far. Reign in the horses of the description…