June 14, 2019
How often do you regret, when not finding exactly what you want, the first thing you pick up as you look around? The fatal flaw of touching an object seems to give it some mythical loading; just separating one out from a mixed box, impinges on your judgement, gives that one favour. Like the peasant logic of the fatalism of the instantaneous first impression, how can you get back to the point before, when you were unbiased and could be objective. Just the weight of the object in your hand makes it more yours then the rest lying there untouched.