Siddhartha’s Quest: The Birth of Yearning

We live in an uncertain universe. Even the occurrences one takes for granted, like, say, the sun rises every morning, are inflicted by the hydra-headed claws of uncertainty. Though the scientific community maintains that their deductions are unshakeable and eternal, the truth, which Hume rightly observed centuries ago, is that all empirical conclusions are but wobbly-feeted offsprings of questionable premises. Based on this, however, one can not disqualify sciences entirely. In any case, if pressed to comment the veteran Hume would announce in his thick, fibrous voice, emphasizing the shaky foundations of scientific inquiries, “Yes, ladies and gentleman, we’ve no method to demonstrate with certainty why the sun must rise the next morning.”