Friday, September 19, 2008
Basically, I lie to myself.
My imagination has it's weak points, especially when it comes to dealing with the truth. It falters the very existence of the term truth, erasing it's defined meaning, which leads me miserably tearful. The amount of tears rolling down my cheeks, in it's purpose of subsiding the truth, somehow began as a immature tradition that I can't fully penetrate mentally. It has become more and more of a bad habit that eats inside of me, crawling it's way to my solid state of mind. I believe it's due to a contract made by none-other-than a difficult part of my mind. Without the truth, my mind directly finds a illogical and irrational explanation that sum-up to assumptions. Again, leading me with tears, gasping for some sort of answer that'll lead me into a new light. Basically, I need a new insight on fighting myself quickly before I damage more than just me but everyone else.
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It leads to the paradox of how could the laws of nature be considered as something true, since they're based upon the intuition and imagination that develops theories. The lie you mean is nothing but a process whose aim is intellectual adaptation. In a sense of someone that is victim of a plot, you can just have a guess of the difference.
The famous philosopher Putnam and also this maths-guy... Poincaré thought in that way.
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