Originally Posted by FacetiousPersona
I have a true face, and it is assumed to be one of evil, but none see what is below the mask forged as a display. Is it right to judge me with only the eyes of a face? Is it possible for one assume my place and see the world as I do to treat it accordingly to these perceptions?
My life is a lie, and the whole painting before me is done for the purpose of my mind. They are tricks to freeze my mind into stone- causing rigidness of beliefs. My paint never dries, and my mind is flexible as ice to water. The temperature can instantly alter the conditions. I shall not disobey these laws of thermodynamics to be a God of my own mind.
In actuality, my whole mind is a slave of the system which governs us all, as pillows are in cases. We serve our purpose and die - our variables only slightly differing on the grand scale. Our minds are there to enhance our importance, but the truth is that the mind exists to lie- feeding us erroneous data for beneficial chemicals.
We cannot answer why
our minds exist, I do not think, in one unified idea. Each person will come up with their own reasoning as to why, perhaps, and it will remain something that is subjective to our minds.
We are perpetually subjective creatures, our minds will never begin to grasp the objective truth we may seek, nor will the mind ever be able to understand another person's reality completely. When we leave this earth we will never be able to leave behind what we were in completion. When a person dies, it is so much more then a life that is lost. A reality
is lost and that reality will never again be experienced in this world. While it existed
in this world, it was never completely understood.
We live our lives with the futile intent of leaving behind something of ourselves, but after we die the winds of time will sweep away the dust that was once the home of our realities and all that was will fade away to nothingness....
We are not, though, fed erroneous data, perhaps. What we have in our subjective realities may not be pure truth, but that may not necessarily make it a lie. It is a pale shade, maybe, of the truth, or a different version of the truth. It is, perhaps, an untruth
but even that is debatable. It is an incomplete
truth, and for the perfectionist, this may never be enough. And all of the wisdom that is built up over a person's life time will never be passed on in its entirety to another human and so, progress is slow.