Life is an amalgamation of contradictions,
so why do I search for constants?
Am I a self or is the self an illusion?
Are there universal values or is morality a construct?
Should I squeeze tighter or embrace the transience?
Seek for greatness or for dissolution?
The answer is both, neither and somewhere in the middle.
It is both wave and particle, depending on how you look.
I am an illusion but there is some creator of the illusion, that is me.
All my life I have been searching for the right answer.
The truth, the Tao, the path…
My therapist asks,
“how will you know when you’ve found it?”
Perfection?
Obliteration?
How can one describe the end if they’ve never been there?
The more I ask, the less I understand.
And perhaps that’s it, that’s the answer.
There is no end to which the questions lead; they are the end.
There is no truth to be discovered as there is nothing but truth.
I am truth,
looking upon itself.
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