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'A man may travel far in his life, but there is always a small part of him that never leaves the town where he was born, the neighborhood where he spent his childhood. Hometowns can be big or small, a hamlet hardly on the highway, or the neighborhood of a large city. But large or small, a hometown holds the memories of youth' - D. Valentine
The world lacks definition. It is as large or small, complex or simple as I view it to be. The optimist sees the world as a positive haven, the pessimist views the same world as cruel and manipulative. The world is what it is, and we as the bystander give meaning to it. My pet view of my planet will differ from the next person's, so who's to say who's closer to the truth? So, dissect the truth into splinter reasonings, each shard another step further in; a trail of order through the cacophonous forest of opinion. Truth resides in even the most simple construct, so break down the worldview into bitefuls of order. Occam's Razor (thank you froglegs) dictates that the simplest answer is usually the right one. The simplest truth I can arrive at is: I Am.
The one truth I can believe in this emporium of varying dissenting points of view. I AM. All fundamental ideas such as salvation, mercy, hope, redemption wash away in light of this simple tenet. I Am. We as a society have erected burdensome religions and creeds, flogged ourselves with penance and guilt, elected charlatans to lead us and allowed strident literature to replace our inner conscience as the truth.
We were born violently into this world from the raw ingredients of chaos-fueled order. Pieced together in our mother's womb from proteins, we were merely a growth of cells. Along the way, our being/consciousness entered. From wherever souls arrive from, our newly transported essence was as pure and untouched as it will ever be. Upon birth, we became immersed in the taint of time and reality, and lost a bit of that purity. That pure essence we were spoke of only one thing: I Am. I Exist. The truth from ground zero.
Nothing we have gained and discovered since then counts as much towards the truth; it is all scientific study mixed with human conceit. We are all a collection of opinions, an archive of points of view. We war and bicker over ideas.
We are all simple beings at heart, containing a spark of the lifeforce/godhead/whatever. If we look deep within us, we can almost feel it; this common connection, this flare of life. It is our most precious cargo, for it burns hot when we feel passion, burns deep when we feel compassion, burns wide when creative. It is our spiritual inheritance, and so many people squander it.
...I don't know what I'm feeling, people. Bored is probably up there. I honestly have no idea where all this spiritual theory stuff came from. I have too many ideas in my head, and sometimes I take one and run with it.
The world lacks definition. It is as large or small, complex or simple as I view it to be. The optimist sees the world as a positive haven, the pessimist views the same world as cruel and manipulative. The world is what it is, and we as the bystander give meaning to it. My pet view of my planet will differ from the next person's, so who's to say who's closer to the truth? So, dissect the truth into splinter reasonings, each shard another step further in; a trail of order through the cacophonous forest of opinion. Truth resides in even the most simple construct, so break down the worldview into bitefuls of order. Occam's Razor (thank you froglegs) dictates that the simplest answer is usually the right one. The simplest truth I can arrive at is: I Am.
The one truth I can believe in this emporium of varying dissenting points of view. I AM. All fundamental ideas such as salvation, mercy, hope, redemption wash away in light of this simple tenet. I Am. We as a society have erected burdensome religions and creeds, flogged ourselves with penance and guilt, elected charlatans to lead us and allowed strident literature to replace our inner conscience as the truth.
We were born violently into this world from the raw ingredients of chaos-fueled order. Pieced together in our mother's womb from proteins, we were merely a growth of cells. Along the way, our being/consciousness entered. From wherever souls arrive from, our newly transported essence was as pure and untouched as it will ever be. Upon birth, we became immersed in the taint of time and reality, and lost a bit of that purity. That pure essence we were spoke of only one thing: I Am. I Exist. The truth from ground zero.
Nothing we have gained and discovered since then counts as much towards the truth; it is all scientific study mixed with human conceit. We are all a collection of opinions, an archive of points of view. We war and bicker over ideas.
We are all simple beings at heart, containing a spark of the lifeforce/godhead/whatever. If we look deep within us, we can almost feel it; this common connection, this flare of life. It is our most precious cargo, for it burns hot when we feel passion, burns deep when we feel compassion, burns wide when creative. It is our spiritual inheritance, and so many people squander it.
...I don't know what I'm feeling, people. Bored is probably up there. I honestly have no idea where all this spiritual theory stuff came from. I have too many ideas in my head, and sometimes I take one and run with it.