What is the truth? I think the better question is what is not? Everyone processes information differently. Yet all life have a common goal. Survival is embedded upon us. Curiosity as well, though not as directly. We're all looking for something. Most don't even know what it is. I like to think I search for truth. In whatever way I see fit as it comes. Litreture, fact or fiction, has clarified to me seeking truth is a never ending process, simply because we learn something new everyday. My deductive reasoning has led me to believe the truth cannot be sought after. As such it my be easier to know that which is not.
Some arts of fiction are based on some distorted truth. There are so many distorted truths that I notice some similarities to reality and some to each other. These ideas must have originated from some place. Just to take you out of your box I'm going to give you an example that is somewhat relevant. The pyramids were built by aliens. That statement has been proven wrong by science and recreation of events that has passed. Yet, it's such a common idea it marginally seems plausible. There are many more ideas and concepts similar to this for now I'll just use aliens as a base. I'm sure most people think green men when I say aliens, because that is a common misconception protrate amongst humans. However there is a small part that believes it, even in me.
Each person has his own reality. Some build them on their own, some built as a collective. I say that because I believe my reality is a collective. Ideas, thoughts, perception, misperception, truths, lies, light, darkness, and religions. All of which drives me on my own path. I forgot reason, logic, and rationalization. Which can put truth where no truth exists, or mask it right before your eyes.
Oh! The most important thing: trust. So much is both built and broken on trust. But the truth is what allows you to trust. Unless built on lies to deceive your mind.
So much going on at any given time, you have to rely on others info for a piece of the pie. Cut so small it's I've become indifferent. I'd rather come to the conclusion on my own. The only way to do so is if it crossed right in front of my life. Otherwise it's not important and I wouldn't give it time in light.
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