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By Tony DeLorger © 2013
The contradiction of belief is clear,
knowing truth from the unknowable,
prescribed by those in recruitment,
in faith do they invest.
Yet faith is but another contradiction,
the illusion of grasping air,
and those who embrace this paradigm of belief,
seem satisfied in the uncertainty.
Perhaps it is what we belief,
regardless of possibility or proof,
that enacts within our heart to steady us,
falsehood or not, giving comfort by delusion.
What then does it matter,
if comfort is sought and given,
that the premise itself is flawed,
empty of truth.
Who then can prove that life itself is not illusion,
and our dreams are but remnants of the true life,
hardly in connection, intermittent,
and the reality of provable life is but fancy.
How often do we prove to ourselves,
what first we see, believed and acted upon,
turns out to be illusive and without foundation,
in relationships, trust and perceivable future.
Why then do we think anything is real to the letter,
and what we truly believe holds water,
giving us perhaps the comfort of complacency,
but bearing no truth in principle.
Our God-given rational mind bleeds us dry,
takes us to the periphery of acceptance,
sends us in circles, only to find more questions,
the truth as elusive as it has always been.
Truth is indeed relative, as is reality.
Think about that...
Belief is what gives our lives meaning, defines us, but don't make the mistake of thinking that what you believe is truth or real in any definitive sense. That would be pure arrogance in light of what we do not know.