It is widely known that, in times of confusion, life is a bundle of possibilities plowed on the road. A sinister sheaf of evil uncertainties. The vision of experience is a sea frittered in endless beehives of foam, all alike in all directions. A large patch of the dried pattern of the desert. A dead-end labyrinth. The crosswinds of thought are drawn in urgency. And nothing comes out clear.
Peeping at the Hydrodynamic Instabilities by Françoise Charru this evening -published by Cambridge Applied Mathematics- I run across its preface, a short fragment from Montaigne's Essay On Experience. It requires little explanation, so clear it yields an automatic perception: "La raison a tant de formes, que nous ne sçavons à laquelle nous prendre; l'experience n'en a pas moins". In English: "Reason has so many forms that we know not to which to take; experience has no fewer".
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