Aristotle, The Art of Knowing

First, to think, one knows.

Then, to know without knowing this.

Then, to know in the sense of knowing.

Then, to know in a different sense.

Finally, to know that one knows.

Although, in fact, it might not be knowing.

Finally, again, to start over.

Neither knowing, nor again not knowing.

I almost started up again with the act of knowing so little.

In fact, one may know little, that is something which one must know (necessity).

After that, one may know, if one knows, less of everything.

Until one comes to the act of knowing, which after all is the same as knowing-not.

(One, the other, being the same, in a roundabout way).

The true art of knowing has this sacredness, intelligence.

Thereby one knows that which one-does-not-know.

So, one knows something, but how does one know nothing?

You see, it is a deeper secret.

Obeying what-does-not, we come to BE.

Thus the mystery of knowing-not is also a mystery of knowing---

Yes, existing comes to be knowing, thus it comes to be.

So, knowing, being of this THING---being, exists as a body.

Knowing that body, we know the theme of existing in all its senses.

Knowing sense, we come to know our existence.

The particular sense is also the general existence.

From general knowledfe of existing we get the themes of sensibilities, every possible knowledge.

So, existing in senses is a general privilege, and from many privileges comes the whole world unity.

Thus, the end of knowledge is really the beginning.

And out of the beginning of knowledge is the end of all sensibilities.

If you knew better, then, we would find a better world, both you and what you see would become better, as truly enough we are some place in the middle.

So, knowledge is this necessary indulgence, out of necessity for sensibilities, and from their genera come the plentitude of things which are other necessities and sensibilities.

So the world is fathomed as well as could without every foundation but with some, a round world with a certain number of plants and animals.

If we had power to see all possibility, that would be truly imaginative. We have not reached there yet, maybe yet we will.

The world we know is built on necessity, and it is also built so far as we know on sensibility.

Thus we come to know little, soon we come to know much.

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