At some point feeling replaces certainty. I feel I get the gist of Riemann’s thoughts on the number of primes less than a given number. I feel I understand what Hegel is saying about sense certainty. I feel that Alberto Gonzales’s resignation is a good thing. But how do I know if my feelings are right? I could have the learned quiz me. But how do I know the learned really know? Epistemological paranoia freezes my brain.
Morning sunlight pours through the window. I check the Metra train schedule to Naperville. My brain thaws.