It is often said that experience, belief, and truth are subjective. This is a naive assertion. It is incomplete.
A man is not only the sum of his experiences and actions. He is also the product; a compounding sum. Experience is not the engine of the consciousness. It is a vehicle; consciousness not its operator, but its captive.
Belief is not a scale, it is an agonist. Belief is not confined by dimension. Belief is abductive, belief is conditioned, belief is schizotypal. Belief is the calx of experience: And experience is to belief as belief is to truth. There are no metempirical truths!
Truth is a dangerous word, but all words are dangerous. Words, and truth, are not like the traded sands but as marble. Haptically strict but concealing a mystery of possibility, translimited by the sculptor's chisel. Truth is a prostitute, truth is a currency, truth is a democracy, and belief is to truth as truth is to society.
This triumvirate forms an ecosystem. It is inhabited. It is policed by Doubt. It is governed by Lies. It is schooled by Imagination. It is gardened by Apophenia. A man may change his mind; a society may change its truths. We measure these epistemic transitions as progress, but that is an etiological fallacy. Change forms no syllogisms. Change can only husband change.
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