I stand beneath the rotted cherry tree,
Its branches barren and weak,
A reminder of all that was lost,
Of all the sweet cherries that once bloomed.

This tree was once a symbol of life,
Of love and happiness,
But now it stands, a hollow shell,
A testament to all that has passed.

The sweet scent of the cherries that once were,
Is now replaced by a smell of decay,
A constant reminder of the past.

Seven Minutes before you die,
You'll be flashed with the best memories of your life.
Seven Minutes before you leave,
You will hold on to them but not grieve.

Live for memories, for yourself.
And may life give you rest.

Well since we dont have enough math knowledgeto fully solve it we need one of the futuristic mathematical stuff using logic and intuition like they did back in prehistory to discover current maths. I believe the whole mathematical system works by following the golden ratio meaning everything will end how golden ratio ends. Which means RH could possibly end at complete 0 or ½. Why? Bcs it would fit to the golden ratio and also golden ratio is everywhere. Also as t takes up space it will have to end at some point and the largest 0 we could get is 0

Well math and philosophy need ro be together in order to discover new mathematical approaches and to advance maths. I know it wouldn't be approved but it can be used for more futuristic mathematical stuff making math knowledge expand with this idea

The silence echoes, deep and wide,
Where once your presence used to hide.
A shadow now, where love never lived,
A hollow place, no warmth to give.

In every room, your absence cries,
A thousand questions fill my mind.
Why did you leave? Why can't you stay?
I waited for you, but you’ve turned away.

Your absence leaves a mark so deep,
A longing that I cannot keep.

My heart that seeks the world to mend,
With kindness, love, and courage to lend.
In every thought, in every sigh,
The love I have for you won’t die.
The world may change, and time will flee,
But in my heart, you’ll always be.
In your presence, I find my peace,
A love that never seeks release.
You are the best person I've ever met,
May my love for you never end.

You see a villain, but I see a person trapped inside.
I wear the mask of indifference, but inside I fight to be understood.
What you call ‘cold’ is a heart wrapped in struggle.

Culture rich, a heart of flame.
A realm upon seven hills it rose.
Barbarian winds blew strong and cold,
The empire is reborn.
Roma Aeterna!
The spirits reigns, through shifting sands and distant plains.
A world reborn,
all roads lead to Rome.

I love my child so much that it will never be born.
This world offers nothing only pain, never home.

Some people exist some live, I rot.

Struggling in school everyday,
Feeling like I'm behind.
Struggling with basic math,
teachers making fun of me.
Hurting deep,
Not receiving any support I need.
Why does my brain work differently?
Teachers, students bullying me,
Is it my fault?

The pain runs deep,
With no one to understand.
Why does my brain work in ways they can't see?
Am I broken? Am I stupid?

Laughter echoes when I stumble,
Words like knives, they cut me thin.
I wonder, is this my fault?

Students, teachers bullying me,
How long will it last?

One two,
one two,
deep breaths.

Shaking crying,
what am I feeling?

I have so much love to give,
But none to receive.

My beautiful boy I never dated.
Sweetheart that gives me butterflies.
He thinks he is just a boy but he is my
salt in the sea,
warmth that you feel in the summer.
Love that you wish to receive.

I don't want to live anymore,
It hurts so bad I can't take it anymore.
I fight to survive,
for a life I don't want.
And I whelve on memories,
that I never had.
Somewhere in some other timeline,
I can feel happy without snorting a line.

I failed at it several times,
I shall not fail at it again.
The world is so ludic,
I need some quiet space.
Deeply in my soul there is a missing part,
And ill find it once i drift apart.
You won't find me for some time,
I will disappear for a while.
Somewhere far away from this cruel world,
Maybe in heaven where my thoughts lure.

My heart aches for the life i never had.
Where I could stand sober,
Stand happy,
Or even stand at all;
without having the urge to harm.

To be a human is a sin.
Everything you do is wrong.
You get criticized for doing something for too long.
Whats the point on living anymore?
When they judge everyone.

Everything is connected.
The old tree lines and the wrinkles that we get.
The ocean and the eyes.
The rain and the tears.
The fog in the forest and our gloomy dreams.
You braid your hair and suddenly you're back in history with your ancestors.
You speak up about your rights and now you see them in pure hopelessness, they fought but no one gave a thought. No one cared enough to give us the rights we deserve.
Go out in nature and listen to the wind dancing as you sing your favorite song.
Somewhere far away in the middle of nowhere you dance in the rain and enjoy life as the love fills your home.
The universe whispers to you. God hears you and loves you, this time enough to save you. You finally found peace.

Veritasism coming from latin Veritas meaning truth and

-ism meaning a distinctive practice, system, or philosophy, typically a political ideology or an artistic movement.

Veritasism is an ideology or a philosophy that says what we believe in is the truth.

-Core Belief: Each person's perception of reality is inherently their own truth. This means that what one person believes or experiences is as valid as what someone else believes or experiences, even if these truths seem contradictory.

-Living in Your Own World: Since everyone's beliefs and perceptions shape their reality, Veritasism proposes that each individual lives in their own world. The world that a person experiences is shaped by their thoughts, experiences, and beliefs. This could mean that two people might experience the same situation differently, and both experiences are equally real to them.

Key Tenets of Veritasism:

1. Personal Truth is Inherent: Every individual's beliefs, perceptions, and experiences create their personal truth, and that truth is valid for them.

2. No Universal Truth: Truth is subjective, and there is no single, universal truth that applies to all people.

3. Respect for Other Truths: Since others live in their own worlds of truth, Veritasism promotes respect for different perspectives, fostering understanding and empathy.

4. Open Dialogue: Communication is vital to understanding the truths of others, helping to resolve conflict and build mutual respect.

Practical Application of Veritasism:

Self-Reflection: Encouraging individuals to reflect on their beliefs and how these shape their experiences. Dialogue: Promoting discussions between people with differing beliefs to explore and understand each other's worlds of truth. Respect for Diversity: Encouraging tolerance and acceptance of varying perspectives, recognizing that each person's truth is a valid representation of their own ex

(It might seem stupid but the world is full of stupidity so it doesn't matter.)

Just as philosophies like absurdism and externalism have a different ideology yet different people believe in it and it's their own truth in life. Some believe life has no meaning some believe that we can make a meaning, but what humans need to realize is that everyone lives in their own life, having their own god(except money), their own world and truth. It's foolish to argue over religion and some other personal beliefs. Everyone has their own world that they are in control of. Some believe in god some believe they are god, so? It's none of your business. Everyone has their own truth and meaning in life just as everyone lives a different life. They have the full right to believe in their "truth"

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How do we define real? What is real? I'm not sure and I don't care.

I don't care about anything at all, but at the same time I care deeply.

CHAPTER 1

Religion

What is religion?

-Religion is a particular system of faith and worship.

-Another definition could be the belief in and worship of a superhuman power or powers, especially a God or gods.

In my belief, religions were either coming from evil people that wanted to control the world, some philosophy, or just something that was before science trying to find why are we here.

People worship gods that they don't know but get an answer based on their beliefs, some manifest or pray stuff into reality by just blindly believing. Some got answers from Allah, some from Jesus, some from Hindu gods, etc...

Yet they don't believe in the same god but get their answers. It's because they believe in it with their whole heart, creating something similar to what is called Placebo Effect.

The oldest religion in the world Hinduism comes from India. According to many scholars Hinduism is around 3500 years old. As I mentioned before, religion is an odd concept and we don't really know why does it exist.

Religions play a crucial role in the documented history. It played and plays a huge influence on people, good and bad.

What does religion have to do with Veritasism?

Religion

Well it has nothing to do with it historically but it can change perspective for some people that have strong religious beliefs (for example a strong religious people could **** someone for not believing in their god).

Also Veritasism can change the whole concept of religion and „truth" in general.

What i mean by truth is a personal belief of truth, not something like mathematics.

Religious Relativism:

-Veritasism rejects the idea of a singular, objective religious truth that applies to all people. Instead, it posits that each individual has their own truth about religion, meaning that different people can believe different things, and those beliefs are equally true to them. This can challenge traditional religious views that often claim to have access to the "one true" faith.

-Faith in Veritasism becomes a deeply personal journey. One's belief in a higher power or spiritual path may change over time, and that evolution is valid as long as it reflects the individual's own truth. For instance, someone may shift from believing in a traditional religious narrative to embracing a more non-theistic or agnostic perspective, and that transition would still be viewed as a valid part of their spiritual journey.

-A core element of Veritasism is respecting other people's truths.

This means that when it comes to religion, Veritasism would encourage tolerance, understanding, and compassion for those with different religious beliefs or practices. Rather than seeing a person's religion as "right" or "wrong," Veritasism calls for seeing it as valid within their own experience.



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CHAP­TER 2

Death

What is death?

-the permanent ending of vital processes in a cell or tissue.

The concept of death in Veritasism—given that each person lives in their own truth and world—can be a deeply personal and transformative experience. Since Veritasism asserts that each individual's beliefs, perceptions, and experiences shape their reality, this would naturally extend to how death is understood, approached, and experienced.

While each person's experience of death is subjective, there may still be certain shared truths or experiences that connect people when it comes to death. For example, the grief of losing a loved one may be universally recognized, even though how individuals understand that grief may differ.

Death is a really big concept. It isn't connected that much to Veritasism, but it can help an individual on how he perceives it or even calm an individual.

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss in life is what dies inside us while we live."

-Norman Cousins

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CHAPTER 3

Thoughts and Thinking

For truth seekers like me it is possible you may suffer from extreme anxiety because you want to know the truth.

In Veritasism it can change your perspective on how you view truth and it can calm you.

I was thinking for a long time about Veritasism so I decided to finally write about it.

I feel like I have failed. But that still doesn't stop me. I made a phrase

"If you don't try then how will you shine?"

-So here I am trying.

"Take a chance, and you may lose. Take not a chance, and you have already lost"

People don't realize how much power we have. Our thinking shapes our reality, so be careful what you think about.

"Conquer your thoughts and you shall conquer the world."

Your perspective is important in life. How life is depends on your perspective.

Veritasism has 2 big teachings.

"Love is the frequency of existence itself. It means that you are always unconditionally supported, no matter what you choose."

"All causes of action are risky, so prudence is not in avoiding danger, but calculating risk and actin decisively. Make mistakes by ambition and not by mistakes of sloth. Develop the strength to do bold things not the strength to suffer."

-I hope the teaching is clear.

Everything is a vibration. We have an entire universe within us. That is my belief and my truth. Everything depends on you.

Everything is frequency. Everything vibrates, your thoughts, everything. Moving your mind into a higher vibration, state or frequency (however you want to call it), you can attract anything you want.

Master all laws of universe and you shall attract what you want.

(my truth, my belief. It may not resonate with you at all.)

"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing and that is that I know nothing."

-Plato

"The mind is a place that can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven"

-John Milton

You are so powerful. Your mind is so powerful. Be careful how you think.

For me religions are very hard to comprehend so I decided to calm myself by Veritasistic thinking.



My beliefs change rapidly just as my personality does. I'm not sure why it happens. Sometimes I'm spiritual sometimes that, sometimes that... So if anything confuses you based on my thinking, know I'm confused too.



It's a short book about my philosophy, in the near future I will make an extension of it and make it more organized. I like to share my thoughts with the world, hoping I can make a difference. I am currently spiritual instead of considering myself religious.

When the Sun rises,
When the birds come out.
When the stars fade,
When a sunny day comes.
When I wake up,
The first thing I want
Is a message from you.
When you reply you make me smile.
I am so glad I met someone so special,
Thats you.

she was 12,
of course no one believed her.
she was 12,
of course she was blamed.
she was 12,
of course she thinks its her fault.
she was 12,
of course they laughed at her when she opened up about it.
she was 12,
of course she thought it was love.
she was 12,
of course it was the clothes.
she was 12,
of course she couldn't press charges.
she was 12,
of course it still haunts her.
she was 12,
of course she's disgusted by her self.
she was 12,
of course she wasn't taken seriously.
she was 12.

My wings fracture as you demand what I cannot give,
Images of my form,
though I've whispered no.
In this strange dance, I despise the shell and cherish the soul within—
Yet you remain blind to its glow.

Your eyes seek only bare skin; they dismiss my silent plea.

3AM
And just like that its the night before Christmas.
You leave your room, go downstairs: you must be quiet, everyone's asleep. You stare at the Christmas Tree that's glowing like the brightest star, that reminds you of all the memories before it all went wrong. You stare at it for a while. But after few minutes you leave and go back to your room. You slowly grab the blade and slash down to your wrist. You scream, waking up the dog and mom. Mom only heard the dog bark so she isnt aware that you are bleeding to death.

8AM
The dog barks widely, waiting for you to open the door, not knowing that you won't.
Your mom screams down the hallway echoing at you to take care of the dog, but you don't respond.
Something is odd. You are not replying like you usually do.

8:30AM
Mom comes to check up on you, she assumed you were asleep, she opens the door and finds your dead body in a pool of blood. What a shame, such talentful child passed away by thinking it is a failure.

The kiss of the man,
The scar on her head,
She saw the darkness in her.
The wrist that she cuts,
The wall that she punched,
She didn't speak that much.
The love she gave was never enough,
All she ever was her body,
Not her soul, not her heart.

I carved holes into my skin to my bones,
just so a glimpse of light gets into my soul.

Dear Holy Tree,
I invoke the thee.
Don't ever dissapear,
The gods have forsaken me.
Done me so wrong, so wrong,
That the voices never stop.
I thought they were my shelter, my refuge,
But all they did was give me an urge.
All i need is a bullet and a gun,
It's an act that can't be undone.

Why would I want to get to heaven?
What if in heaven is my assaulter that repented?
Why would I share an eternity with someone evil like him?
I would rather burn in hell and feel the pain of fire than the pain of despair for eternity.

I carved holes into my skin, to my bones,
just so a glimpse of light gets into my soul.

I dont feel safe anywhere ,
Your touch haunts me everywhere.
When I see you i feel an urge to throw up,
When i think of you i fall apart.
Sinking into this infinite loop,
The more I sink the more i feel like a fool.
You forgot about me .
But your touch haunts me .
I am scared that it will happen again.
It doesn't feel valid,
I wasn't *****.
It seems like they don't care.
Because we were kids,
Because i wasnt *****.
I would rather be lost with a bear,
Than be lost with a man.

The day you died you took my soul with you.
You are Gentle as the mornings sunshine,
I Know my soul is with you
and I want YOU to come back.
I pass by your grave
and talk with the dead.
Every time I remember that you are there, my heart shrinks deeper than the ocean's- end.
I go to your room, everything is still there like you are coming back.
Death is strange,
I can feel your soul but your body,
it will never come back.
The grief eats me up alive,
Death is strange and my inner child cries.

Maybe we will see each other in another universe, another life.
The grief swallows me alive.
The gloomy memories that play,
in the back of my mind; aren't enough. Your voice i can feel but not hear.
Your face that is blurry,
that I cannot see,
cannot be; anymore.

My head is calm like the ocean's shore,
I push the trigger and the gun goes off.
I accepted death,
I accepted my fate.
I know it will never get better,
my soul will stay bitter.
My cuts will go deeper
for every dog that has bitten.
I am not alive anymore,
my body is bleeding on the floor.
As my dead corpse lays in the pool of blood,
my favorite song still plays non-stop.