I write this thingy:
Existence.
What is the world? The world is what we see.
But what is sight, do you see with your eyes? Because I see with my mind.
Do you hear with your ears? Because I hear with my mind.
I smell with my mind, I touch with my mind, I taste with my mind and go to levels beyond with the same mind but I can't draw a line and say, "This is my mind and this is everything else".
So what is the world? Ideas. Whos ideas? Isn't that in the inseperable mind of the beholder. The most eloquent words ever spoken in japanese bring tears to the eyes of one. Those same words are incomprehensable gibberish to me. Put the same idea in english and the tables turn but it's still the same idea, the same form of thought, the same blend of energy.
So what is the world? Shared personal truth in the form of an illusion. A hellish heaven of every extreme imaginable and then some. So you want me to judge truth? Well, what is truth? That which is true is always true but the truth is a highly flexible concept in a constant state of flux. So what's true in this world? I don't know but I know whats true for me. The truth is I've lived lies and those lies have become truth by force of will. The truth is that we really are on our own, no matter what connections we form. The truth is there really are no guarentees no matter how much certainty we claim to have. The truth is we have no rights unless we refuse to allow them to be infringed upon. The truth is time is an illusion. Past, present and future don't really exist, but here I am stuck in the past, uncertain of the future and presently going insane from the force of the two. The truth is I respect free will, do my best not to impede the free will of another but in every action I take I do so by sheer effect of displacement. To assert my mind where another mind might well be. To alter things ever so slightly so that other choices may be made had I never exerted my will as I did. To resist a will that would push me to a place where I don't want to go, to take a path less desireable, to make the future one I'd rather not have. So is my desire to respect free will a plausable one?
Is existence just a contest of wills. Does the strongest will prevail in any given situation? Well, what is strength? The branch thinks it is strong until snapped by the breeze. The breeze thinks it is strong until swallowed in gale of storm. The storm thinks it is strong until it is breaks upon the mountain side and even the mightest mountain is felled by drop of rain and grain of sand. So is my will strong? Is it even my will or is it a will fed to me by circumstance? Can a line be drawn between that which I accept without question and that which I truly believe? What of me is me? Our values, our fears, our loves, our hates, our hopes, our dreams; those things which truly define us as individuals. Do we truly own them or do they own us? Damned if I know, but damned if I'm going to stop trying to figure it out. What does it mean if I'm just a spit off particle of an evolutionary half-life? What does that mean for any of us? What is the value of the ideas we hold in a culture? If we never questioned those ideas we would stagnate, we would be trapped by ideas we now consider to be backwards and wrong. Knowing this why are so many people still trapped by the ideas we hold today. If hind sight is 20/20 then why don't more people look ahead to look back on today? That death and taxes are the only two constants is incomplete. Death, taxes and the ability to err, those are the constants we are faced with. So are we right, are we wrong? Doesn't that just depend on where you place the centre dot of perception on the infinite line of reality? Seems to me that it is.
I touch with my mind but I feel with my heart, I've walked alone in crowds, I've been blinded by the light and it made me see things much more clearly and the greatest distances I've ever traveled have happened while I did not take a single step. In an infinite universe all possibilites are being expressed at all points, so paradoxes are to be expected. The inability to prove a thing is insufficent proof of it's non-existence and the only barriers that can hold us are the ones we build ourselves.
So what is real and what is right? Figure that out for your own damn self.