Just kinda wondering . . .
. . . what it would feel like if everything I believed in was just wrong. If everything that I believed held worth, value, meaning, beauty, etc., was plain and simply wrong, if everything that I hated, feared, felt contempt for, etc. was the pure and honest truth, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
For that matter, how do we ever know something is really right or wrong to begin with? What does that shit even mean? Is what's best ever what's right? Is what's right ever what's best? Who knows. Even being able to think of such sanctimonious bullshit is a luxury (something I forget about all too frequently).
I DO know some people, adept in both mathematics and marijuana, who understand logic systems for which "true" and "false" are insufficient characterizations of statements.
I also believe in food, and speaking of which, dinner calls ;-D.
For that matter, how do we ever know something is really right or wrong to begin with? What does that shit even mean? Is what's best ever what's right? Is what's right ever what's best? Who knows. Even being able to think of such sanctimonious bullshit is a luxury (something I forget about all too frequently).
I DO know some people, adept in both mathematics and marijuana, who understand logic systems for which "true" and "false" are insufficient characterizations of statements.
I also believe in food, and speaking of which, dinner calls ;-D.