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The truth is an experience.
Is it possible that the same thing believed can be a lie?
I told Diane that I would “create some new moments for the stockpile” this afternoon. In the writing of those words, I realized two things. The “moments” are already created in front of us in every second.
I wonder some days whether I will be awake enough to see them?
What if the “search for truth” has always been the wrong goal, since truth is always filtered through personal experience?
What if the right one is giving up the need to be right about it?