No no, really.
Impassioned idealists like to tell people that they are so close to the truth, they have only to believe that certain things are true because they just are and should therefore be believed. Insistence. Persistence. The obsequious nagging answer at the end of the phone call.
"Hello, you see the truth is that absolutely no one knows the truth about these things. We all just have beliefs that we hold to be true, nay, we believe that we know what truth is. But it is in fact all the same in its entirety: We don't know for certain. No one does. We simply choose to believe that we know. We choose to believe that what we think is the truth IS in fact the truth. Because if no one knows, it is entirely a choice. That is why there is Faith. Its ALL in the realm of that which has no answer, yet there are ever so many choices to be made, all of them at the tips of our minds and hearts just waiting to be the one that we believe."
So what is it gonna be? You roll your dice, you move your mice, nobody gets hurt. Yes? Hmm...well, ma bey. I just don't know. Its hard to tell you see with all this damned noise. In my head you know. Well, ma bey you don't. We don't talk about it much.
We like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark. It makes a lot of the pain seem less real...helps to regress to times when there wasn't all of this pressure in my skull. The incessant movement of time trying so hard to convince its victems that it moves in a straight line from which they cannot escape. Perhaps one of its best kept secrets. Do you believe? You think you do. In fact, you are so convinced that what you believe is actually the truth that you have interpreted everything written here under the misunderstanding that you actually know what I'm talking about, and that you could even help me if I would just accept the truth in the things that you believe. No? You see, you don't realize that you made a choice not to be able to understand any of this.
Perhaps, you will at some point see that I am not antagonistic to your point of view. You might, at some point, even realize that I am so much closer to agreeing with you than you think that it might just cause a momentary cessation of your urinary sphincters functioning. Its just that, you really, really don't understand what I am actually trying to work through. Nor do I require you to. Don't you think I would have given up on you by now? Been so horribly frustrated that I simply exploded on you like an over ripe Mellon violently escaping a picnic table? No no. I don't want you to understand me, or what I am going through. I want you to understand yourself.
"Hello, you see the truth is that absolutely no one knows the truth about these things. We all just have beliefs that we hold to be true, nay, we believe that we know what truth is. But it is in fact all the same in its entirety: We don't know for certain. No one does. We simply choose to believe that we know. We choose to believe that what we think is the truth IS in fact the truth. Because if no one knows, it is entirely a choice. That is why there is Faith. Its ALL in the realm of that which has no answer, yet there are ever so many choices to be made, all of them at the tips of our minds and hearts just waiting to be the one that we believe."
So what is it gonna be? You roll your dice, you move your mice, nobody gets hurt. Yes? Hmm...well, ma bey. I just don't know. Its hard to tell you see with all this damned noise. In my head you know. Well, ma bey you don't. We don't talk about it much.
We like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark we like the dark. It makes a lot of the pain seem less real...helps to regress to times when there wasn't all of this pressure in my skull. The incessant movement of time trying so hard to convince its victems that it moves in a straight line from which they cannot escape. Perhaps one of its best kept secrets. Do you believe? You think you do. In fact, you are so convinced that what you believe is actually the truth that you have interpreted everything written here under the misunderstanding that you actually know what I'm talking about, and that you could even help me if I would just accept the truth in the things that you believe. No? You see, you don't realize that you made a choice not to be able to understand any of this.
Perhaps, you will at some point see that I am not antagonistic to your point of view. You might, at some point, even realize that I am so much closer to agreeing with you than you think that it might just cause a momentary cessation of your urinary sphincters functioning. Its just that, you really, really don't understand what I am actually trying to work through. Nor do I require you to. Don't you think I would have given up on you by now? Been so horribly frustrated that I simply exploded on you like an over ripe Mellon violently escaping a picnic table? No no. I don't want you to understand me, or what I am going through. I want you to understand yourself.
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