Over the years, I have written many things. Some of them true, some of them not. I do not know which is true, and which is not. This, it seems to me - is how religions are born. A castle of thought - and nothing besides. I have conjured for myself hells, and heavens. Indeed, I have through thought turned this reality both into a tiny constrictive prison and into vast endless freedom. I have tried to understand the reality I see around me. In each of us, there is this question that drives us.. "Who am I ?" and it is the mother of all religions. Behind every theologian, and every religion stands that question. "Who am I ?"

I do not want anyone to take what I write as "gospel", as "truth". It is not. It is merely my attempt at understanding myself, and the world. I may have confused some people and shook up their thoughts, I may have made others ask questions for themselves. Good. When thought become stale, it isn't alive - merely a broken record playing over and over again.

The most honest thing I have written (well all of them were true from my perspective at the time, I do not intentionally lie) is that "I do not know". That knowledge when embraced enables thought to come alive. "Do not be so certain. Are you so sure ?" - we humans tend to accept some truths and reject others. Vaccine scepticism.. climate change, God.. we all have our truths. But are you so sure? When arguing with another - angrily defending your position.. Are you so sure?

I do not know. We really do not. If the foundation of knowledge is unknown, that is, the fundamental reality - then everything upon which it is based, is also unknown.

I see that I have a computer on my lap. But what is a computer, fundamentally? I do not know. I see that it is raining outside. But what is rain, fundamentally? I do not know. I know that my body consists of atoms, but what are atoms fundamentally? I do not know.

I do not know because I do not know the fundamental reality.

It seems to me this existence is a shoreless bottomless ocean. One swims, or one drowns. Most people swim. That swimming results in what we call shared experience. It gives some... solidity, but that solidity is but an illusion. Some drown. They either go mad, or become sages - having discarded the shared experience as illusion. As a charade. A grand theatre.

We are all in this shoreless, bottomless ocean together. Indeed, the ocean is us. That fact alone, should make us love each other. Protect each other. Care for each other. We are all that we have.

But is what I have written here true? I do not know. You decide for yourself. You do not need anyone or anything to tell you what to believe. You are perfectly capable of finding the truth, for yourself. There is none other who can find it for you.