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Believing Is Seeing: A Philosophical Reflection on Perception and Reality The old adage “seeing is believing” enshrines a commonsense faith in the reliability of our senses: what we observe with our own eyes should anchor our understanding of the world. Yet a deeper inversion, “believing is seeing” reveals a more profound truth about human experience. Our prior convictions do not merely interpret what we encounter,  they actively shape what we are capable of perceiving in the

In the bustling suburb of Elmwood, where identical houses lined streets like soldiers in formation, lived a man named John. He was forty-two, with a steady job as an accountant at a mid-sized firm, a mortgage on a three-bedroom home, and a routine that ticked like a metronome. Wake at 6:30, coffee black, commute in traffic, crunch numbers until five, dinner with his wife Sarah and their two kids, TV until bed. John believed this was life, responsible, predictable, required. H

When one truly awakens to the profound nature of existence, recognizing the interconnectedness of all things, the impermanence of forms, and the eternal essence beneath the illusion of separation a deep and unshakable peace descends upon the soul. This awakening dissolves the restless striving of the ego, replacing it with a quiet, radiant contentment that arises not from external circumstances, but from an intimate knowing of life's inherent wholeness and perfection. In this

I’ve been asked more than once, how can I write about spirituality, enlightenment and truth yet also write humorous, tawdry, rude and potential offensive stories as well and that’s a great question. Having gone through the dark journey of selfhood, searching for meaning and dealing with the big questions I’ve arrived at an understanding of the fundamental nature of our existence. There are no answers, it just is. There is no overriding goal or purpose other than to play a par

How important is your personal belief system and does truth factor into how you view the world? Is truth even important to you? Many people have a strong belief system involving a God, a creation story and after death philosophy. From these systems or religions, evolves a morality that people feel compelled to follow and often manifest guilt when not followed. Just why are people so convinced of the truth of their particular philosophy or religion. What is it that makes them

A light-hearted guide to laughing at the absurdity of it all. I mean what else can you do? Let’s be honest: life is objectively ridiculous, makes no sense, the great mystery, how else could it be described? You spend the first quarter of it learning how to walk and not poop your pants, the middle half chasing money so you can pay strangers to fix the things you bought with that money, and the final stretch trying to remember where you left your glasses, complaining about your

Marcus Aurelius (121–180 AD) was Roman Emperor from 161 to 180 AD and the last of the “Five Good Emperors,” a period widely regarded as the high point of the Roman Empire. Known as the “Philosopher-King,” he is one of history’s most famous Stoics. While ruling during almost constant warfare (on the northern frontiers), a devastating plague (the Antonine Plague that killed millions), and serious internal rebellions, he wrote (in Greek) a private journal we now call Meditations

The cosmos stretches out in an immensity that defies our finite human minds, rendering much of it not just unknown, but fundamentally inscrutable to us. We, as a species, are perpetually caught off guard by fresh revelations and groundbreaking insights that reshape our worldview, yet we cling stubbornly to outdated convictions, reluctant to let them go even in the face of compelling evidence. It's a humbling truth: the moment you convince yourself of an absolute certainty abo

At the core of human existence lies a single, ancient triad of questions, three whispers that have haunted every mind capable of self-reflection: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? These are not idle curiosities. They are the primal riddle, the uninvited guest that arrives the moment a child first senses the “I” behind their eyes and never truly leaves. No one escapes them. They wait patiently in the background of every life, sometimes silent for decades, some

The classroom smelled of chalk dust and lemon polish, but beneath it clung the metallic tang of fear. Eight-year-old Timothy sat rigid in the third row, knuckles white around his pencil. Sister Agnes loomed at the blackboard, veil stark as a blade, scrawling in furious loops: GOD IS LOVE . Timothy’s hand trembled as it rose. “Timothy?” Her voice cut like a ruler across knuckles. “Sister…” His throat clicked. “Yesterday, Jericho. God said kill everyone . Men. Women. Little kid

Meet Doug "Dinkmaster" Thompson, a 42-year-old accountant who swears pickleball is just a game . "Obsession? Pfft," he'd scoff, while etching his latest serve stats into the family fridge with a Sharpie. "It's a lifestyle choice, like breathing, but with paddles!" It started innocently enough. Doug's friends noticed when he showed up to poker night with a neon-green paddle strapped to his back like a samurai sword. "Guys, check this out!" he'd beam, slamming a bag of mini-don

Mysticism, at its core, represents one of the most profound dimensions of human consciousness, a gateway to experiences that transcend the ordinary, fostering a deep sense of wonder, connection, and inner transformation. I've encountered such moments myself, where the boundaries of self dissolve into a vast, unifying awareness, and I eagerly anticipate more of them in the future. These encounters can be life-altering, offering glimpses of peace, ecstasy, or enlightenment that

Tucked in the misty mountains, where the air smelled of pine, incense, and enlightenment, Master Po held court in a creaky old monastery...

Lila, a young woman with a newfound spring in her step, walked confidently up the stone path to Master Po’s temple, her sneakers scuffing...

The great masters gathered in a sunlit chamber atop a timeless peak, the weathered table between them adorned with steaming tea, ripe...

High in the craggy folds of a mountain, where the air smelled of pine and the occasional whiff of existential dread, a seeker named Lila...

Ah, science! It's like the universe's favorite arcade game: Cosmic Whack-a-Mole! Picture this: You're at the carnival, mallet in hand,...

The hospital room was dimly lit, the only sounds the soft beeps of monitors and the distant hum of nurses' footsteps in the hallway. I...

The big questions, Is there a God? What happens after death? Why do bad things happen to good people? They claw at your mind, demanding...

Truth is profoundly simple, yet in its simplicity lies a depth that often eludes us. Throughout history, the greatest masters, thinkers...