Doubt, belief, knowing...

Some time ago, a friend of mine "diagnosed" me as suffering from "toxic doubt" because I often challenged his philosophical/spiritual beliefs.

He may be right. I don't know.

See? There I go toxically doubting him again...

The life of a Skeptic is not an easy one, I tell you....

My new steed

She's a Hyosung GV650C. Her name is Rocinante. Love is a mental illness.

More truth and a bit of a reality check...

Fact. Truth. Reality.

These words are not unimportant. They are not trivial. They underpin everything we believe.

And we take our beliefs very seriously, don't we?

So seriously do we take our beliefs that we happily sell our soul to religions. We are even quite prepared to wage wars in foreign lands, killing millions, based on our beliefs.

And yet, it is easily demonstrable that most of the "facts" and "truths" for which we have sold our soul and killed millions are so flimsy they would never survive in your average court of law (in which we swear to God(?)).

Rule of Law?

Really?

Justice for all...

What the hell does that mean?

What is justice?

How do does one determine whether or not justice has been done?

Whose concept of justice should prevail?

Commenting on blogs.

If you visit a blog and you're moved to make a comment, how do you feel when you discover that the gutless wonder publishing that blog is so insecure that they won't allow anyone to comment?

Not that I'm much of an angel mind you, what with the comments I "kill" because, in my arrogant opinion, they just don't cut the mustard...

Truth...

I came across this:

"The worst thing about being lied to is simply knowing you weren't worth the truth." by Anon.

So I thought about that.

A lot.

And I came to this conclusion:

Anon apparently has never worked out that many (most?) lies have more to do with:

[1] Not wanting to risk offending someone.

[2] Not wanting to risk losing a friend.

[3] Not trusting how the other will react to the truth.

Anon is being a bit hypocritical, given that I'd bet London to a brick that Anon, like the rest of us, tells outrageous porkies for all of the reasons given above.

And that probably explains why Anon remains Anon.