The Ambivalence of Certainty

We exist within spheres

Bubbles of perception

Roughly circular ripples of both know knowns and known unkowns

And then there

Right at the edge of these spheres

Just outside the very last shred of our understanding of how the world works

Is how the world really works

I've seen it

Only briefly

And not because I'm smarter or more enlightened than anyone else

But rather because I do better drugs than most

And while my short term memory is ******

I have managed to bring back an excerpt of my journal

And it reads:

"This world is a process of conflict

A construct begat by the clashing of two equal and opposite forces

One of the forces

Is called Fate

And the other

Is called Choice

And the sum of existence consists of everything that falls in between

And the really ****** up part

Is that we already know this

But life

Has affixed us with blinders that force us to see

Everything

So much so, in fact

That a sense of 'self'

Is considered hedonism in most circles

But the soul

Does not have a default setting

Pain

Is not an illusion

And despite what you may have been told

There is no compelling evidence to suggest that there isn't another world on the other side of my mirror

The are no empty spaces

Only effects that have yet to be caused

There are no reflections on lake shores

That is merely the image of God

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