When you find yourself facing a decision involving a new experience that is unlike any other experience you’ve had before, you can find yourself in a special sort of epistemic situation. In this sort of situation, you know very little about your possible future. And so, if you want to make the decision by thinking about what your lived experience would be like if you decided to undergo the experience, you have a problem…
You find yourself facing a decision where you lack the information you need to make the decision the way you naturally want to make it — by assessing what the different possibilities would be like and choosing between them. The problem is pressing, because many of life’s big personal decisions are like this: they involve the choice to undergo a dramatically new experience that will change your life in important ways, and an essential part of your deliberation concerns what your future life will be like if you decide to undergo the change. But as it turns out, many of these big decisions involve choices to have experiences that teach us things we cannot know about from any other source but the experience itself.
-L.A. Paul
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