There is no such thing as objectivity in human beings. There can not be. Every idea is based on an experience and experience is inherently subjective. We can try, but I don’t believe we can ever fully be objective. Only in science, and even there exists room for “error.”
Anyway, what a relief to decide there is no “truth” but that every subjective experience is part of a collective truth. And even when an individual lies they’re telling their truth: that they’re unable (or unwilling) to match your truth.
All of that to say, it is what it is. And what it is, is whatever you think it is. All truth is subjective. If you agree with me, you’re right. And if you disagree you’re right again!
In my subjective truth it’s all right. And it’s all all right.
Arriving at this conclusion has given my the liberating confidence to believe whatever I want. Of course, don’t we all?
But do we really, believe what we want? Or do we believe what we’re told by others to believe? Or do we believe our doubts and fears? Do we believe our critics?
In trying to be objective (ab inherent human impossibility) we flood ourselves with a minutiae of “ideas.” This cacophony of external influence crowds our personal subjectivity so intensely we can barely hear our own wants and desires.
And even when we do manage to remember what it is we want, personally, those desires are always muffled by the possibility of ojection and projection from the external.
Big no thanks. Big fuck that.
Additionally, I’m choosing (remember as conscious, sentient beings we are always capable of choosing) to exercise rampant subjectivity. Everything inside of my reality is exactly whatever I believe it is. And so I control my perception of myself, my desires, my environment, and my choices.
I’m purposefully engaged in this amplified subjective self-belief as part of persobal experiment. The experiment began with one goal in mind, and is leaning on ideas I’ve read and liked about cocreating with a living Universe.
And this is where I leave you a video.
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