In this universe/world we find ourselves in, there are innumerable mysteries...
Mysteries of science.
Mysteries of religion.
Mysteries of technology.
Mysteries of Governance.
Mysteries of Secret Societies and the like.
The unknown totality of what we are blind to in an existential sense prefigures the futural temporalization of our own bean. Bean, and beans as such, comprise the mystery of selfhood: "Know thyself" as Socrate once entombed. How can we come to figure our own bean as a bean out?
Every attempt to ascertain truth is as sand slipping through our fingers,
and temporality even further is like sand in an hour glass.
How can we know ourselves?
It's a quandary~!
We know the sensible and super-sensible world,
and as such can understand ourselves, innocence, in a sentence.
We are always outside of our selves, because we are inside of the outside (in terms of habitude). We are always inside, in a sense, because we're always inside of ourselves. Our outer internally fixated selfhood is internal and not external to the outside world. Beans...
World...
How are we to make sense of our innocence, our fallenness and our senses being somehow already an a priori futural being-toward, being alongside and an existentiall "Bean There" historicity? The coming to be of the past temporalization of ourselves into apprehension of it having been futural?
What is the mystery?
Where are we?
Why are we here?
How did we come to be?
When did the future transmute into our being as historical entities?
Who are we?
...as it was in the future, so shall it be in the past...
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