funny how post modernism really only allows for one thought. ever.

[smilingsky]

I keep... figuring out... truth/honesty/life/love/infinity/atman/souls/reality. All the same thing. All equally true. But their opposites are also true. Para...dox. I keep figuring out that it doesn't matter if you figure it out. Because you can't, really. Because it doesn't matter.

But I keep figuring out how to forgive. All of it. Really. With the most true and loving honesty. You know who you are. Right?