IT is scary how we can either oversimplify or complicate things according to how we see them or how we feel.
The problem of Subjectivity makes the truth nebulous.
Truth is a grain of light pure and maybe blinding.
We chip it, chisel it until we can actually look at it and make it our own creation.
We use it according to our purposes. Utilitarian, haphazardly, uselessly, it depends on who holds the light.
It is downright unnerving.
I am so tired and sleepy.