What has he learned?, W. muses. What are his four noble truths? He knows only that I am wrong, and that I have always been in the wrong. He's certain of that.
Could he, given such the indubitability of such a starting point, begin to reconstruct his certainty of things, like Descartes? Could he, having reached such a realitatpunkt, begin building everything up again?
But from the realitatpunkt of my stupidity, there's nothing to build, and nothing that can be built. The realitatpunkt is that I continue to destroy everything W. tries to build.
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