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3/24/11
 
"I believe that there is a realm (abstractly hypothetically, of course) of absolute fact. Something IS. And that, in our poor human lingo, would be the "truth." (But as far as I am concerned, that truth is matter, not spirit.) However, to each individual man, viewing facets, slivers, fragments of this whole truth which must be through his own particular grotesque glass of distortion, the truth will be, for him, a mere magnification and personal fallible interpretation of the special facet, sliver or fragment he sees. No man can ever grasp the whole impersonal neutrality of a universe. That is hidden under the mists of subjectivity… Hence, "Thinking makes it so." We all live in (our) own dream-worlds and make and re-make our own personal realities with tender and loving care. And my dream-world – how much more valid, how much nearer to the truth is it than that of these people? Valid for me, perhaps – even though it is not metaphysical… We live and move together in the realm of concrete experience, harmoniously, motivated and propelled by our own dream-realities. And even that idea of mine is no doubt itself an artificial dream-reality."

           -Sylvia Plath, #130

   
There is a truth. Somewhere. There is truly an answer, it is just impossible for a human to perceive it completely accurately. Our views are always colored. But there must be a truth, whether we're talking about what happens when you die or what color that shirt really is. Something has to happen when you die (even if that something is nothing), the shirt is actually a certain hue. But there is ONE truth, there aren't multiple truths. Sure, everyone believes something different, but they don't each have a separate truth, they're all wrong and just perceiving the truth through their own subjective glass.