i've spent time pondering truth. the general idea is that thinking and/or existing are a series of interrelated (or not) realities and at any one time what's real isn't really real at all. e.g. you and i have separate realities; e.g. i and he have separate realities; eg. what is or was happening to one subject at one time is not necessarily (ever?) happening to another. and memories! to add nostalgia, or forgetfulness, or even a well placed lie complicates the matter entirely. reflection begets a question or two. how can something ever be considered true when nothing really (as in for real) (in reality) exists on a planar system of understanding? i'm wondering how standardization even happened. i will keep telling myself everything is based on the lies of the rich.