So, once upon a time I went to a red-rock canyon, and it was beautiful. In other news (this is going to be a mind-blurb) how do you think we know anything? How can we know anything beyond what we have experienced with our own minds and bodies? And what we have "experienced" with our minds must necessarily be our individual perception of reality and not ultimate reality itself. I know this question has been asked by millions of people throughout history, but I am still wondering - because, ironically enough, I want my own answer. Maybe the solution is to go off of what works - what fulfills us mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and is materially effective in our lives. Or maybe the answer is to just not worry about the question, and worry instead about all of the actual hard things that are happening in the world, and enjoy the good things that are everywhere. Maybe.
But I believe that there are truths. I don't think it's possible for us to understand entire truths because I think they are infinitely faceted and made up of the trillions of experiences, emotions and moments of life that happen on the planet (and other planets. I need a bigger word than trillion.) And, although I may be wrong, I believe with all my heart that every single one of those facets of reality are connected to other pieces, forming an infinitely expansive and varied but related whole that is the living organism of reality, and tied together by one or a few ultimate truths. Life will go on. I believe that God watches over that organism, but even more I believe that he is a part of it - he extends through every piece of the living whole, because he shares the breath of life that ignites it.
