Nothing More Than Doxa.

I think the time has come. 10pm-ish. Let the SoC start. As mentioned earlier, I do not know what I want. To be more precise, I do not know what I want you to know about me, do not know what I want to reveal about me to you. The main aim was to keep every me-related matter hidden [from you]. Then, there are the times, perhaps it is because it's still too early, when I wish to share a thing, a picture, an information, a short movie, an inference, an observation with... But then again, there is the thought that I am running the risk of misconception and am about to be ill-interpreted, worse still, [the former not playing any sort of danger or trepidation] that I am getting involved with a psycho-person, so to name it. You could as well call it by the proverbial "being caught between a rock and a hard place". In this case, however, it's more intangible in that "everything that happens, happens in your mind" [provided, one may postulate such essence]. 

There were many titles to this post. They amounted to the number of thought I have had in the meantime and considered them for verbalization. 

Why do we rely on other people's knowledge, if we are the ones privileged enough to know what its structure is and what is the underlying know-how thereof? Namely, that the so-called "science" [quotes intended] is nothing short of doxemic kind of information [if it deserves this name] which has nothing to do with the episteme. The latter is merely a figment of our imagination [whether individual or collective remains to be seen], a conventionally called abstraction and not something what us, humans, are ever, will ever be able to attain! An expert in a filed, say, the gasmen, comes to your house to inspect an element of the external world which he specializes in, that is, the gasometer. He sees this segment of [so-called] reality in a different manner. He sees the gasometer together with all the gas pipes, I could argue, more clearly and distinctly from the rest of the surrounding objects present in the picture. I know that he sees it this way, but this knowledge [wtf, really] is useless since he does not know that I can conceive of him having such a perception of the reality [yes, 3rd degree of intentionality, indeed]. Even worse is the fact that it is me who is aware of the fact how his "knowledge" concerning gas related matters has been moulded - that it has been acquired in a more or less Popperanesque manner, with better or worse [God allow, empirical] experiments carried out to falsify some hazy formulated hypotheses and then, the unfalisified rest scored the proud label of "science", was institutionalized in a form of a textbook subsequently delivered orally, most probab, to the gas whiz I am currently, presently beholding and inquiring information from. Shit, shit, shit, bull larger than ever shit. Give me a module, a divine molecule so that I can amass all the doxa in my head.