Of My Own Geniality to the Concept of Phenomenology

I find that I am, generally speaking, someone who is susceptible to skillful orators and good company. Before I took this class, I was someone very much rooted in all sorts of empirical beliefs that befit someone who makes a study of computer science. And I am still such a person. If you told me before taking this class about the concept of phenomenology (which was something I only vaguely understood, as someone who has never left their own country vaguely understands the existence of faraway places), and I would have probably made one of two comments about it. The first being something along the lines of "Of course we only experience phenomena. But what's the value in pointing such a thing out?". Or perhaps I might have said "This concept of the Other is silly. Of course we don't know everything about anything, but we do have knowledge about many things, and that knowledge grows every day. One day, perhaps we will learn it all.".

Much like a certain race from a certain Star Trek episode, I often spend all day thinking of things in terms of 1's and 0's. Well, somewhat abstracted from that, but you should get the idea. There is no Otherness to binary, although perhaps some of you will argue that fact (Either out of the joy of debate, or genuine belief - it does not matter). Anyway, when I venture out of that analytical framework, I create a space that allows the idea of the Other to nag at me. Perhaps that is a victory for the class, I don't know. It is quite troubling to allow myself to believe everything is infinite in some way. All of that potential, all of that ignorance, it's unnerving. It makes me think of Camus. How absurd.