In the Beginning, I was lost. And I have yet to be found.
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An elegy for the weary. An elegy for the broken. An elegy for the worn-down. An elegy for the cast-aside. An elegy for the heretic. An elegy for the apostate. An elegy for the unbeliever. We are one and the same. We are all lost. We have yet to be found. We are wandering in the wilderness. The beautiful, nameless wilderness.
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In the Beginning, I saw Truth and followed it wherever it led me. It nourished me, it taught me, it changed me. It formed me and shaped me. In the beginning, I was Truth. But now. Now I have no truths.
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The concept of truth is tricky. There are truths and then there are facts. Philosophy versus history. Facts are confirmed; they cannot be disproved; they exist as reality. Truth, on the other hand, is subjective. Truths are formed and created and discovered; they don't need to be proven to the person who holds that truth as self-evident; they exist as theory. Facts don't change. Truths evolve as we evolve. And they can be proven wrong through our evolution.
My truths showed themselves to be false.
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Now I am in the Middle. Searching. For truths? For facts?
For life. For me. For who I need to be and for who I will be. I turn around and see clearly where I came from, but the path ahead is unfocused and full of shadows. The beginning is my past, but this middle - this is what will define and shape me. The end doesn't matter, but this right here - this is where I will be found. Life will find me. Life will hand me facts and it will hand me truths, and it will ask me to wade my way through the depths of reality and theory. It will ask me to pick the one I want to embrace. And I will choose both. Because (fact) I am (truth).
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An elegy for the ones in the Middle. A lament for those who are still wandering. A requiem for those who are still fighting. A eulogy for the ones who aren't ready to be at the End. I am lost, and I have yet to be found. But I am still searching.
--
An elegy for the weary. An elegy for the broken. An elegy for the worn-down. An elegy for the cast-aside. An elegy for the heretic. An elegy for the apostate. An elegy for the unbeliever. We are one and the same. We are all lost. We have yet to be found. We are wandering in the wilderness. The beautiful, nameless wilderness.
--
In the Beginning, I saw Truth and followed it wherever it led me. It nourished me, it taught me, it changed me. It formed me and shaped me. In the beginning, I was Truth. But now. Now I have no truths.
--
The concept of truth is tricky. There are truths and then there are facts. Philosophy versus history. Facts are confirmed; they cannot be disproved; they exist as reality. Truth, on the other hand, is subjective. Truths are formed and created and discovered; they don't need to be proven to the person who holds that truth as self-evident; they exist as theory. Facts don't change. Truths evolve as we evolve. And they can be proven wrong through our evolution.
My truths showed themselves to be false.
--
Now I am in the Middle. Searching. For truths? For facts?
For life. For me. For who I need to be and for who I will be. I turn around and see clearly where I came from, but the path ahead is unfocused and full of shadows. The beginning is my past, but this middle - this is what will define and shape me. The end doesn't matter, but this right here - this is where I will be found. Life will find me. Life will hand me facts and it will hand me truths, and it will ask me to wade my way through the depths of reality and theory. It will ask me to pick the one I want to embrace. And I will choose both. Because (fact) I am (truth).
--
An elegy for the ones in the Middle. A lament for those who are still wandering. A requiem for those who are still fighting. A eulogy for the ones who aren't ready to be at the End. I am lost, and I have yet to be found. But I am still searching.
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