Subjective truth

We see the world through eyes that are designed for a certain bandwidth of light, giving us the illusion that what we see is all there is.

We hear the world through ears that translate a certain range of vibration, giving us the illusion that what we hear is all that is said.

We feel the world through skin that never really touches anything and gives us an illusion of separation from the world he are in.

A world that we can never really know, for even a device that detects the frequencies inaccessible to humans, is still interpreted by humans.

Humans: limited access to the world. Believing that what they see is all there is.

Belief: a subjective truth. True to the individual, true to their experience. Experience that can only be gained through senses.

Senses that are only telling part of the story, only letting some of the truth in.

But this is the same for every observer.

No observer sees everything. Each limited to their part of the story.

Perhaps, joined up, the story would be whole.

But we have know way of knowing.

It will always be, subjective truth.

Empty and full

Full of food, some beer and wine, missing my wife. Feel empty, but not really, only because I am full of food, and some beer and wine.

I feel better when I’m not full, I feel less empty.

I want more time, but time to do what, every moment of the day is full, full of what I do, every moment. Full.

I’m tired, tired of what, tired of being tired. Just tired

Of what

Why?

No

Not anymore, no time left, it’s not long now,

Don’t want to but want to be relaxed– well be relaxed now. But I’m so busy, when are you going to relax then?

Time, time like the present. No time.

Time, all the time… time to do loads of things. But just want to lie down and relax…