We sense a chasm between what is suggested
as truth verses what defines itself as obvious truth. We dispel aphorisms or platitudes
in a sense we are chasing something explicit in our inner sanctum. There is a
risk to happiness in a world cancelling out truths, in return for what we call
false pleasantries. It is in screams of drums or expatiating because it hurts
or trying to decode what another has become to us. Most importantly, we desire
clarity, as to delineate our truths, our beliefs, where too much is taken for
granted. The boots of depression as seated at solace where too much warfare has
unrooted a false tenacity. We speak of knowing what we claim in such a way it
cannot be unfastened. We tread a dangerous terrain, capable of ruining
friendships, where reality is not a priority. Chained to essence, experiencing
essence, but only accepted by others with sameness of experience. We speak to
Epistemology—a position remaining skeptic, asserting that most claims are
circular, meaning, the first premise supports all premises, as returning during
debate to its initial premise. We have seen claims where a first cause is
supported or necessary or sufficient in itself; it defines itself; its root is
in itself—with no need of infinite regression. Some rely on this. Others deny
its validity. While most arguments begin with a self-supporting premise, or at
minimal, a premise we initially take as being truth, like fact, in order to
even entertain the claim thereof. What happens when belief is indicted or
embossments are challenged, or a person says it plainly, “There is nothing
supporting those systems of beliefs.” We see something vague, like a need to
survive, while pitted in a hole trying to reclaim everything that was refuted.
A person becomes hopeless, filled with despair, a lonely person holding to what
others find as infantile. Or a person becomes a debater, ruined by its profession,
where its act sustains, offering fire in its anger. Something delicate is on
trial. A question is posed: Must I have a detailed explanation, or a series of
facts for each belief—must I live a rigorous factfinding life?
