What do I make of 'squared by a cube'?...An activity executed by other than the intended actor?...A status of unforeseen consequences?....A discrepant pattern of occurence?...A baseless fancy of one's imagination?...or simply the name of a blog?

Without the shadow of a doubt, the former four are interpretations, intended and unintended. There are more of their sort. Everytime I interact with the blog, there will be addendums appendixed to my interpretation of it and so will it be with you and him and her. Amidst this endless phenomenon of ever-forming and ever-changing interpretations, there exist facts. Facts of existence.

That this blog exists is a fact because my reason vouches for its existence. That I or you exist is a fact because my reason vouches for our existence. How do I suspend my reason to imagine my own non-existence or the non-existence of matter that I can see, feel and touch?

And beyond the facts of existential identity of matter and entities, what do I make of the facts that a certain thing is interpreted as one by one and another by another and another still by someone else? The existence of diverse interpretations is a fact in itself. How do I imagine that this fact is infact an interpretation?