How Do I Know What I Know?

This is a question that thinking hard about it will make someone slightly crazy. It’s quite simple actually. Think about it this way, first name one thing that is known; to me I know that the shirt that i am wearing right now is red. Second how do I know that it’s red, well because that what the color red has always looked like that is the color that I was taught to associate with red.
 Trying to figure out what we know is simple because it has been taught to us. Since we were kids we have been taught many different things, that our parents know, and they learned it from what their parents know. And then I’m sure the question of how do the people in the beginning know what they know. Well I have an answer for that too, no one knows, and i don't really care.
Trying to answer that question is stupid because it doesn’t have an answer someone a long time ago decided that red would be red, that dark people would be called black and that things with four wheels will be called cars. Someone made that decision and because of that person or those people, we know what we now know. I think that the question of how do we know what we know, gets confused with how do we know that what we know is right.  I don’t know if what I know is correct but I know how I know it because it’s been passed down.  I know it because that’s what I’ve been told.

The Garden State

The Garden state can be taken literally or not. For me I take it literally, because if we put the entire book, Candide into the metaphor, it would make more sense especially when it comes to the point of the Utopian society. The utopian society would be the perfect garden; more like a plastic one, its perfect it’s the one everyone wants but don’t want to work on. A Garden takes time, patience, and knowledge in order to be able to grow something beautiful. The world id like a Garden the only way we can make it better, is not in believing that it would automatically water its self and cultivate itself, we have to put the effort in in order to get what we hope for. "The garden should be cultivated" can be taken to mean or imply many things; perhaps most applicably in relation to that tale, that the garden of thoughts or ideas one should cultivate sense and weed out nonsense, or that in the garden of the world, one must weed out the vile for the desirable to flourish and survive, but arguments could be made for other meanings and implications. Our “garden” is the better place we build by love. The force of that last line, “We must cultivate our garden,” is that it’s our responsibility to be learned and educated.