Okay so I was dwelling on something I randomly said for a status update on Facebook. "Truth is on the horizon." It sounded cool so I kept saying it in my head. Then I applied it to statism. Then to philosophy and truth. I looked up at the sky and apparently it should be a waxing moon. I couldn't find the moon in the sky. I could see a few stars here and there, but most stars were blotted out by the numerous lights I saw on my way to the gas station. I thought perhaps it was a new moon. I found out that it wasn't after I got home. I am disturbed by the fact that I couldn't see the moon, as, while entirely possible, it's very unlikely that the ONE night I try to see the moon, it happens to be in a spot on the horizon that I can't see it on that stretch of sidewalk on my way to the gas station. Moving on.
I looked at all the lights. They are all concepts that are mimicking the natural light of the moon and stars, only in great concentration with shorter range. And that is what they mimic. The moon. The stars. But these are brighter, when in front of us, and they are constant. We know that when we go to the gas station, the lights will be on. The traffic lights. They guide us. When it's green, we go, when it's red, we don't go, and when it's yellow we slow down so as to not be in violation of the all-powerful red light, for doing so could possibly result in repercussions by police. Or simply out of principle. But the fact remains that going through the red light, in the middle of the night with no other cars around, will yield no negative results as long as someone who isn't afraid to hurt you doesn't see it. To those of us traveling at that hour, it makes no sense, it's a formality. Interesting.
The streetlights are man's construction to guide us on sidewalks, also man's construction. I leave the streets, I have no guide but myself. I looked at the stars again. If you look at them hard enough, you can read them. One said "Murder is wrong". Another said, "So is stealing." And everyone can read these things, we live by them, there's no denying it.
On one night, we look up and see the moon at full strength. Some days it's only halfway there, and other nights it's nowhere to be seen (or just outside of our view, say, on the other side of a mountain). But we all know it's there. Why, then, does it always change? Why is it not constant? Why do we argue over why the moon is the way it is or predict how it will be in the future? Why? It's because we know the moon, but only by what we see. The moon is insignificant. It lies. It only provides us a reflection of what what is true at the best of times, and at others it is downright false. We take its lies and try them every which way until we're exhausted, still fighting, wondering why the evil never ends in this dark world. But it's okay. We don't have to worry about it much longer. Soon, everything we look for in lightbulbs and heavenly bodies will cease to have use.
Truth is on the horizon.
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