Why do people believe things? Because there’s a void in all of us that needs patching over. Because we can’t help but to see the logic that tethers our instances together. Because the basic truth is universal, but is splintered each time a new human looks at it. Every side of something so huge and definite cannot ever be fully taken in from the perspective of one staring skull. There is nowhere on earth you can stand to observe the entire sky, and even if you could, earth’s view is just one of infinite camera angles tracking in space. The shape of the truth from your angle of viewing is always a few degrees off from its shape to the person standing next to you. A cylindrical truth looks, to you standing head-on, to be a circle. But to the person at its side, the truth is oblong. And both are basically true. You are both right and are both observing the same thing as honestly as each other. And yet you disagree. The universal truth broke apart into two as you both realised it. Each of us has our one single life that takes one single path through existence, observing one single truth. Locked to us, exclusive, and unique to us. And one of the infinite shattered fragments of something bigger than we have space in our heads for. Every version is both completely true, and in complete conflict with the truth of every other.
Quit Vision 