Metarationalist Ephemera

“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
~ Lewis Carroll

Lonely souls, seeking a lighthouse on a foggy day. It is unknown where the lighthouse is, yet masses are walking towards that fleeting goal… could be born of one’s mind and never have existed at all… even if it did exist, the direction could be completely wrong… however, no word can stop the motion of the ruck as through it, purpose is given to otherwise absurd existences.

Such is the human quest for truth and knowledge. The glimmers of light some claim to see may be in fact the Sun. The stars. The pure product of a fertile imagination.

The lighthouse of the metaphor – the truth – is seen – if it is at all – from a different angle by each human. Furthermore, it should be noted that nobody in the tale knows what a lighthouse is. Which makes matters yet again more complicated. And that’s not all.

The lighthouse can be not only on the planet humans walk on, but anywhere in a potentially infinite Universe. Although, in fact, it will necessarily have to be found – again, if it ever is – somewhere within an infinity of finite universes.

That is because everything travels at a finite speed: what can be perceived by each human is no more than the information that had the time to travel sufficiently far to reach him/her. An individual’s “personal reality” is therefore the varyingly distant pasts of reality – both may be much more vast than what little our senses can interpret – surrounded by the infinity of the unknown.

Within this small universe that is accessible to a single human consciousness, truth is whatever one believes it to be. Define your own “lighthouse”.

That would be the main truth of my own universe.