“How do we know that we are not living in a grand map, doing its best to represent a reality we don’t recognize?”
Never perfect, never complete, never comprehensive, always tentative, wanting, deficient, the map insistently makes us aware of that unrepresentable whole, that catholic embrace of all things, also known as reality. The map, in fact, upsets any representational faith we might still sport and leaves us in savory shambles. It deconstructs realities, it suggests certain paths, particular possibilities, suggestive options, while at the same undermining any secure grasp we might have thought we had for a moment on our existential context, or on, in other words, life.