“No true orientation in life is possible without both pleasant and unpleasant sensations.” —P.D. Ouspensky
I’ve been growing more and more skeptical of everything as of late. I question everything—it’s exhausting…and fruitful. I am constantly restless. I am hungry.
Where was I this time last year? Not here.
I want to look at the facts. What does it mean for something to be factual? What is a fact? Are facts merely the things that happened—or is there something more that makes them facts? Facts are derived from truth. Facts are something known to be true—verified through observation.
What does it take to make a truthful, and honest observation? Experience to know better not to lie? How do we accumulate experience?
Flesh + Time = Experience.
We like the echo chamber because it is pleasing for us to hear the things that we agree with. Does agreeable also mean pleasant? Happiness is derived through the pursuit of values which we perceive to be preserving of life. Cruelty is always up for adoption.
Lining up the entirety of the things I have encountered in my lifetime, there is nothing that I haven’t been able to explain. My eyes report what I see. My ears, what I hear.
Dreams are the truest anomalies.
How do I learn to understand the person I have become? Through love and rational apprehension.
Actual magic is only tangible so long as it produces tangible results.