fucked up how the more i learn, the less i know

each new bit of knowledge contains some novelty I hadn't previously considered, a degree of freedom I wasn't aware existed. a new dimension along which information can lie

the space of possible knowledge grows exponentially

while I now know much more than I did a few years ago, I also know how much more I don't, & not just in terms of the possible knowledge domains, but the fractal dimension of information too, how deep reality goes, how much space there is for nuance & fine structure, everywhere.

it can feel overwhelming at times, especially when inhabiting my traditional frame of hypermodern epistemics, wherein one must understand the totality of human knowledge to be able to contribute useful insights; its become clear to me how unrealistic this is.

its most definitely a cope, but a necessary one; even an immortal being wouldn't be able to acquire & comprehend the entirety of existence, even in a universe w/o a time limit; the world simply changes too fast to keep up with. the only viable strategy is to identify what matters

by studying the nature of knowledge itself, one can identify its critical dimensions, the aspects most salient to understanding whatever subset of the universe one wishes to model; not all knowledge is created equal, as some bits contain more novelty than others, which is key