Preconception
A picture held us captive. And we couldn’t get outside it, for it lay in our language, and language seemed only to repeat it to us inexorably.
“But this is how it is — — —,” I say to myself over and over again. . . . One thinks that one is tracing nature over and over again, and one is merely tracing round the frame through which we look at it.
Ludwig Wittgenstein • Philosophical Investigations §§113–14