The Fact Is

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We don’t know

What the facts are

Just what can be

Gleaned from perceptions

Trusting eyes that can

Play tricks on you

Or ears that have a tendency

To hear what they want to hear

Mired in unquestioned beliefs

Speaking in circles

Repeating redundancies

Recycled and regurgitated

Informed by misinformation

Deluged in dichotomies

Played as pawns

By puppeted puppets

Proof be damned

Other than if it is written

It must be “true”

Hanging on hearsay

Real rumors

Roaming restlessly

The landscape of lies

Where there is

No objective truth

How can there be

When while

One is alive

The only perspective

One can have

Is subjective

 

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“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”

– Bill Hicks