# 20250508

I feel like my brain is *off*. Like toggled off. No thoughts.

I'm writing this down as a record, not because it needs expressing. There's no backpressure to *express*.

Something I'm meditating on: I know *nothing* about what's outside of my physical senses. From a [three-body solution](https://www.isaacbowen.com/2025/04/17/the-three-body-solution) perspective this means freeing up the universe to hand me whatever it will, without any inadvertent interference of mine in the Knowable territory. I think of it like pulling the borders of the Unknown up close, as close as possible. Gay sauna metaphysics: I yield my knowledge of who I passed on the way in here, which unblocks probability from yielding someone that suits me. Doesn't matter who I was before — who I *saw* before, not *was*, though I'm preserving the typo because it feels meaningful — doesn't matter who I *saw* before, anyone could walk in. I know nothing, I know nothing, I know nothing. *Tactically*. And strictly speaking I bet I can get away with not knowing anything about what I'm physically sensing, either. Experience doesn't *have* to mean knowledge.