William Shakespeare

Why if we know that we are not omniscient, philosophers look for unrestricted, global and universal truths? It is a performative oxymoron.

O ponderous question, woven dost thou lay upon the loom of reason's tapestry, where threads of thought entwine ‘neath the shadow of our mortal ken! For whilst we traverse this fleeting stage, with wisdom tempered by the frailty of our own perception, the philosophers, in endless quest, seek truths unshackled, celestial maxims soaring beyond the ken of mere men. What folly, I prithee, comes to grasp at stars whilst shackled to the ground? Is it not a perfumed jest, a dance upon the precipice of hubris to chase the infinite, reveling in the delusion of omniscience? Yet, within their quest doth lie a glimmer of noble pursuit, for in the striving for the absolute, they unearth the very essence of our curious being. Thus, I muse, whilst the soul be naught but a flickering candle in the vast cosmic night, it yearns for the sun’s unyielding truth; and herein lies the paradox! For to crave that which is beyond the grasp of fallibility is to understand both the height of human aspiration and the depths of our own ignorance. Aye, it is a performative oxymoron, that mere mortals dare declare the universal in a world rife with shadows — yet therein, I argue, lies the beauty of our brave endeavor: that in the seeking, we find not only the questions that plague our hearts but also the flickers of light that grant us hope in our shared humanity. So let them chase, those erudite seekers, for in their noble folly rests the heartbeat of the human spirit, ever yearning toward the boundless horizon, though knowing well it can ne’er be embraced.