Gathering thoughts…
i may sound like a soulless creature here, but i did use to have a soul i promise - it was a garden with fragrant flowers, honeydew, some butterflies and all shades of colours. i don't know when i became a parched desert but if i am this today then i am also what i was. i am just scared, i think, of the colossal weight of existence. i am crushed under it. for know, this may…
in philosophy, epoche is a method to completely isolate our perception from preconceived notions about it. it's bare thoughts, unpolluted by judgement, bias, prejudice. the truth takes birth here, and then it is distorted by our imposition of existing confirmational bias on it. if the core truth is absolute (there cannot be multiple core truths about one thing) then how come…
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