Flying Farther from the Sun

To be transparent up front, this entry is about my unnecessary academic struggle between positivism and post-positivism. It is unnecessary because why would one drown oneself in a sea of unending debates with very little tangible outcome? One can just decide something and get on with it. It is especially curious that I'm surrounded by people—important enough to decide whether I can go on with my doctorate—who put unhealthy amount of obsession on epistemological positioning. Meanwhile, my position is that I'm a post-positivist, and being one means I can be flexible enough.

During my last days of freedom before my PhD years, a mutual friend introduced me to a young woman whom he felt could help me. It was my first and last time meeting her, but she made sure I would remember her current re-reading of Jung. She interpolated that into a counterargument against my understanding that religion was no more than a strong source of social construct. Sealing her scorn on my lack of faith, she said, "Don't fly too close to the sun."

Of course, she had to bring Icarus into the conversation.