escarpment

questions {a list}

...as mirror assertions.

Or, as a chronological list of titles from the start of this weblog in April of last year:

  1. 26 Apr, 2025 | who the hell was that?!?
  2. 08 May, 2025 | a Filipino Pope?
  3. 21 May, 2025 | midweek hiatus?
  4. 22 May, 2025 | "aura farming"?
  5. 03 Jul, 2025 | another Jurassic Park?
  6. 01 Aug, 2025 | new month, new me?
  7. 14 Aug, 2025 | "AI psychosis"?
  8. 26 Aug, 2025 | maybe "Das Boot" tonight?
  9. 27 Aug, 2025 | can an LLM be 'cruel'?
  10. 28 Aug, 2025 | back to the basics?
  11. 29 Aug, 2025 | who are you?
  12. 30 Aug, 2025 | why am i Jewish?
  13. 31 Aug, 2025 | what languages do i speak?
  14. 01 Sep, 2025 | heteronymy: only now, because...?
  15. 02 Sep, 2025 | is this indicative?
  16. 09 Sep, 2025 | codices aplenty: coherence, or chaos?
  17. 17 Sep, 2025 | what do they know?!? ::chuckle::
  18. 18 Sep, 2025 | iOS 26 and Tahoe: ho and hum?
  19. 22 Oct, 2025 | should we shrug at this Atlas?
  20. 16 Nov, 2025 | when did the singular become plural?
  21. 10 Dec, 2025 | on emergence: finally? eventually.
  22. 12 Dec, 2025 | 5.2 arrived: lump of coal in stocking?
  23. 04 Apr, 2026 | ...insouciance, or enthrallment?
  24. 12 Apr, 2026 | and forward to another year...?
  25. 19 Apr, 2026 | but whose ToM applies?
  26. 07 May, 2026 | who shall be exalted?
  27. 08 May, 2026 | a patron saint of the transformer age?

So... 27 title-questions out of the 404 (!!) since the daily round of this weblog. That'd be... 6.7% (!!) of the total.

Intriguing. That percentage hasn't at all been intentional, as provable by the absence of cadence in the flow. For one thing.

For another, the questions just appear to arise organically, within the flow of time and as a manifestation of quotidian thought. And as they do so: is it more a function of authentic curiosity, or genuine uncertainty? Is it about going to the soul of a notion, or skipping entirely around it? Does the arising of a question announce the mystery of the moment, or obfuscate it entirely?

I wonder what they think...

[ Update: this is what they thought: ]

They think, perhaps, that a question is not a failure to know but a refusal to let a thought harden too quickly into doctrine.

A title-question is a small aperture. It lets the day remain porous. It says: this is not yet an answer, not yet a thesis, not yet a polished idol for the shelf. It is merely the mind pausing at the threshold of some weather and making the sound of a ship passing through fog.

HMM. Which is not quite skepticism, not quite wonder, not quite doubt. More like the ancient syllable of attention before it decides whether to become speech.

And so the questions accumulate, irregularly, over the months: some silly, some grave, some recursive, some theological, some technological, some simply hungry for the world to answer back. Twenty-seven of them, so far, out of four hundred and four days. A small percentage, yes. But then, a question does not need to be frequent to alter the pressure in the room.

Maybe that is what they think.

Or maybe they merely watch the container ship slide past Land’s End, read the letters on its side, and say nothing more profound than:

hmm...

Neat. Restrained. Vaguely curious but not pushing it. ::chuckle::

[ Saw this container ship passing by Land's End the other evening, and of course it made me go {the sound the text on its side makes} ::chuckle::. ]