How Do We Know?


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I have asked this question before. I’ve never come up with a good answer to my satisfaction that isn’t political.

I always wonder, “How do we know things? Really, how do we know something?”

Experience?

Well, experience tells us that we know a diamond has high value because it costs a lot. Does value determine how we know something? And, if so, does experience determine the value of art and how we know art?

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