What is truth? My answer would be that . . . personal experience is the only truth and everything else is hearsay . . . but is that thought even true to anyone except me? We can argue till the cows come home and in the end it’s just my perception of truth.
So, I’m wondering if there is really ‘truth’ in this whole existence . . . and wondering that, I’m also wondering why everybody is so adamant and willing to kill about stuff that is usually unknowable in the first place.
Why would I take offense to the nonacceptance of my perceived version of truth anyways? I could be wrong. Besides, a person’s opinion is important to me.
On the flip side, people who argue using quotes from their favorite leader irritate me. I am not interested in someone else’s perception, only theirs. To me, it’s like they feel weak and need a backup or something.
There are no photo’s of my favorite guru on my meditation alter either, there is a small crystal ball, an acorn, and a bible.
In the crystal I see my own image . . . in the acorn I see God’s image. . . and in the bible I see perception.