Asha came in while I was working. I took a break to ask about her day, and what she was working on. A comic about a vampire named Lucas. A book about a superhero named Smirk.
“Good stuff,” I said. Then she asked what I was working on.
“Oh, you know, just trying to figure out if humans are epistemically bounded.”
I took a breath. I was tempted to wave it off. After all, how could a seven-year-old engage with this? Then I thought, hell, give it a shot.
“Well, it’s the question of whether or not there are some ideas that we just can’t have because of how our brains are.”
Her brow furrowed as her mind lingered over my words. Then her eyes slowly widened. Her mouth dropped open a little.
“Wow,” she whispered through a smile. “That’s … that’s hard. And cool!”
I grinned at my little philosopher. “It sure is.”