It’s not my “knowledge” that I’m sharing, but my encounters with absences of knowledge.

That’s how I can remain such a confident little prick even though I don’t really know anything. I know what I can’t know, but that’s an eye-opening kind of knowledge, because it dissolves conclusion and reopens the field of inquiry.

After all, if I focus on most of the rote knowledge I “know” it begins to turn foggy and evaporate into immaterial assumptions. Just like an atom — the closer I look at a material form the more it turns to emptiness and occasional energetic flashes from the void.

This generates a greater sensitivity to the disintegrating edges of knowledge, which is eye-opening.

At present, most don’t tend to question Knowledge itself (or examine its fabricated nature). We tend to see through our certainties only in flashes. So, at irregular intervals, holes in the fabric (in the yarns) are pierced here and there by insights. And at present, we seem compelled to re-connect these holes (or dots), in order to restore our confidence in the fabrications and blanket assumptions to which we still cling for security.

But by now, the yarns that filter our vision are patchwork quilts with ragged and disintegrating edges. After each tear in our belief systems, we have rushed to repair the damage. And now all the patches – all the efforts to hide contradictions, hypocrisies and white lies as a way of extending the life of the yarn – are disintegrating faster than they can be repaired.

For many, this can induce a panic at the loss of certainty, and the exposure of an emptiness in our own fabrications of identity. So, some are intent on restoring the “greatness” of the old fabric in some regressive revolution.

Or – and this is even more difficult to notice – some will discern just enough holes in the fabric to propose an entirely new yarn that would resolve some of these problems. Perhaps socialism (my preference, given the alternatives), or religion, or communism or fascism or a new capitalism, or a panopticonic AI state run by a self-described elite hiding in some redwood groves in northern California.

These are all attempts to re-engineer a better fabric of perception to cover the emptiness behind all these best-laid plans.

Maybe what we’re experiencing is no more confusing than what a caterpillar experiences as its cocoon deteriorates. But we’re like caterpillars who keep re-building the disintegrating cocoon of Thought (of rational planning and top-down control) that has (arguably) served us so well in our development till now.

But insights are damaging to any fabric of belief woven too tightly. And we are resisting the insights that would break down these cocoons.

An insight tends to be associated with a “new idea” (a new fabrication). But an insight is mainly an erasure. It’s the negative force that removes a beam from the eyes (which allows new thoughts to form).

But we’ve never had a sufficient insight into the fabric of thought itself; only into particular forms of that fabric. So, we have focused on weaving together new narratives of social organization as a corrective. But so long as we fall for the delusion that thought can be perfected, this amounts to pulling the wool back over our eyes with a new and inevitably beam-imbedded yarn.

So, what is an insight if it isn’t used to fill the hole with a new idea?

It’s a widening of the channels of perception, not a narrowing focus on a new conclusion. Insight awakens new frequencies of awareness.

Now instead of watching a drama about Great Leaders battling for supremacy by enlisting “the little people” into fighting for the Glory of the Nation, tribe or corporation, we are able to notice that anyone who thinks of themselves as a “leader” is already corrupt and stunted in their approach to life; and the nation is not glorious; and there are no great and little people after all.

That insight doesn’t propose an alternative. It’s enough to expose and reject all these traps of gullibility and remain free from deception. That’s how a new world is born. By the rebellious spirit of sincerity. A new world would be a sincere world. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be new.

This deceptive world is wrapped tightly in white lies fabricated to sustain the illusion of identity and power to which we all cling. Now we see that we’ve been conned and we’ve conned ourselves into living stunted lives as servants to an inorganic system that consumes us; indirectly or directly fed upon by pedophiles and rapists and their soft supporters, who are running war-mongering machines of state and commerce.

So, the question is: Will we merely perceive this revelation as a problem in this particular way of telling the story of how society should be organized?

Or, will the insight be seen more categorically, and allow us to emerge from the cocoon of Thought itself?

The second insight frees us to notice new potentials in the world in the absence of conclusive certainty.

But these new potentials don’t knit themselves together in some blanket belief. The new potential is only a widening of the frequencies of awareness to include the fabricated nature of positive knowledge itself. This allows us to see qualities of the world that exceed our current theories. This insight into the fabricated nature of knowledge then no longer provokes anxiety, but invites us to explore an open field, where learning never ends in a conclusion.

Because now we no longer seek an ever-deceptive final solution. Now we remain in suspension. And this allows us to use the fabric of thought differently. We don’t reject the fabric. But in recognizing its limitations, its real capacities are also revealed.

Then we can’t be fooled by the filter; or become addicted to a particular system of belief. But we can use this capacity of thought to weave yarns more playfully, contextually, and creatively, as refractions of insight, without getting stuck permanently under one blanket assumption or another.

And then we become the masters of stories and theories; and are able to use them without being contained by them.

Like Humpty Dumpty said: “The question is, who is to be Master, that’s all.”

And then our fleeting stories, metaphors, myths, analogies and plans allow us to remain coherent with more comprehensive spectrums of reality hitherto blocked from perception by our blind convictions. Maybe a capacity to heal others becomes possible; or maybe a gift of telepathy; or maybe the simple perception that love and kindness alone will heal the world of all its downstream brutalities. Yes, there will be pain, sorrow, death and tigers with tooth and claw. But that’s not brutality. Brutality is imbalanced, corrupt and self-deceptive.

And this change happens without any added technology. Just the dormant wings of the brain unfolding to its real potential, beyond tool-making.