The worst one is “this is my truth”. The ultimate victory of map over territory. In the universe I create, rocks fall up. Forcing me to believe in “gravity” puts you in my proper role as divine map-maker. Your “reason” and “evidence” are just a power grab. I choose not to believe the rock I’m about to drop on my toes will hurt. Ouch! You bastard, you contaminated my purity of self-definition.
The worst one is “this is my truth”. The ultimate victory of map over territory. In the universe I create, rocks fall up. Forcing me to believe in “gravity” puts you in my proper role as divine map-maker. Your “reason” and “evidence” are just a power grab. I choose not to believe the rock I’m about to drop on my toes will hurt. Ouch! You bastard, you contaminated my purity of self-definition.