One of my life signatures involves an inherent tendency to seek out alternative ways of considering—well, everything.
“For all that compels to form a persuasion, or to question equally the same; for what ultimately torments and divides, one against another—I cannot in good faith choose a side, nor will I draw any conclusion. For which one knows all that has come before, in each breath of mankind?
Who understands the directives and intentions in every heart? Which one acts completely free of hypocrisy? Who remains committed to only that which is kind? What reality would I strive for? Indeed, what is truth?
For, while I am blinded and shackled inside time and space, I cannot understand what wholeness looks like. I therefore have no voice.”