I used to think there were no simple truths because, to be honest, I couldn't think of any; any idea taken in isolation grows in complexity as it interacts with other ideas and attempts to find common ground with them. Compulsively seeking new ideas, or new perspectives on old ones, as I do, my experience of truth has always been one of boundless wonder(i.e, constant speculation), leaving me open to harder truths but prohibiting easier ones.
In recent months, however, I've come around more and more to a perspective on rational beings as active participants in their realities, not just passive experiensors. Because if our dealings with the world do have any sort of affect on it, and those dealings are in any way influenced by our interpretation of the same, then by association how we see the world has at least some bearing on just what that world turns out to be.
What is it, then, that makes my interpretation of the world as indefinitely complex more valid or consistent with the rest of my life's experience than relatively simplistic perspectives on the same: ideas of universal justice or logic, for example? If believing that everything makes sense can make it true, does disbelieving it actually render the world chaotic by mere appreciation?
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