Say everybody is a piece of string. Those who reach their limit to learning have their reel cut from them and stop unravelling themselves. Because their connection to a wider perspective has been severed: through overbearing metanarratives or unhealthy obsessiveness over particular ideals. You are severed when you prevent yourself from learning. You try and meet with other reels of string, perhaps of the same colour wheel or same brand of string. Maybe you started unravelling at the same time and you take special pride in that. But one day, you're heading down the haberdashery aisle to go see Aunty Sue and you see another reel. A mountain of information. You wonder if it ever stops. Whether it's possible that it could just keep unwinding forever. Whether they'd be protected and soft at the centre, or rough and gritty. You hope that they unravel toward you. That you'd studied hard enough to impress them. You wonder whether you could extend yourself, give yourself a couple more yards on your legs that you aren't entitled to. And then a fear catches you like the plague. Bubonic. Small pox. The Black Death. What if you stop unwinding today, or tomorrow? Will that be enough in the end? And then you've been severed by a self-constructed metanarrative.
Or you could consider that particle physics stuff.
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