When you conceive of something as a “truth”, it becomes an obstruction. Take a chisel to your cranium and dig out the gray matter until all that’s left is a cavity. That’s where thoughts arise. The discarded brain tissue is what solidifies these capricious thoughts into rigid belief systems, thereby ruining their spontaneity and transforming them into neuroses. Throw the post-op mess in the trash where it belongs.
You will not find answers or satisfaction in relationships or in church or in a career or a hobby or on the distant shores of exotic lands. This is because there are no answers to be found and satisfaction lies solely in that realization.
By profession, I sit and I watch; but if you hear me profess, that means I’m off the clock. Words are just playthings, never accomplishing anything at all. Sure, I move around and pick things up and put them down, but this just happens because I just happen and I never really move from where I sit and watch.
Observation affects behavior: of subatomic particles, watched kettles, and high school students sitting in detention. So I sit and I watch, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of what my observation sets in motion. It always eludes my senses because it occurs behind the senses but I keep looking, just the same.
Nothing we do brings joy or meaning or satisfaction but we do it, just the same. We cause chaos because we are chaos, then we feel ashamed of what we’ve done because it’s what we are and we wish we were so much tidier than that. We conjure myths from our collective imagination whose happy endings tidy up the junk in our psyches, then shout these myths from mountaintops. The crags and spires deflect the sound waves back to us, and we call it the voice of God.