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©2025 Nalle Windahl
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ISBN:978-91-8097-166-9
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I’ll be honest. I wish Icould lieto you. Thetruth is ugly. Heck.We’re notevenwiredto perceive thetruth.Weare hardwired, in the brain, to filter our experiencesto somethingthatmakes sense based on our previous experiences. Andthe truth is notsomethingnoble, like King Arthurnoble,orreligious peaceful.
Truthisraw,naked, even cruel. Notromanticorbeautiful.
Nothing easy or simple. In fact.Truth is oftenharder andmore painfulthanlies. Butatleast it is real and pure, you mightargue.Wrong!
Your brain cannot separatefactfrom fiction. Rightfrom wrong. Truth from lies.
Whyisthat, you might wonder?Well, the truth, as we know it, is basedon consensus. And it is a social construct rather thansomething divine. Andnot accepting thissocialconstruct makesyou an outcast. Like me.Andyou sayI am mad. I arguethat madness is to accept withoutquestioning. Tofollow withoutthinking. To do because others do.
Yes, it is inour nature todoasothers, thinkasothers, speak as others,tofit in,tobe acceptedand included.Itused
starting point
to increase oddsofsurvival.Tolive. Now. Different storyall together. Now. Youcan choose. Notthatyouuse your ability to choose,your privilegeto choose,your responsibility tochoose. Youjustfollow.
Asheep in the flock.Safe. Butsafe from what?
Safe to reject the truth? Yes. Yetyou claim to both seekand havethe truth, which is a contradiction in itself,but you also do this blindfolded, with your eyes closed,hands covering your ears and in totaldarkness because youdonot wish to turn on the light, incase you might catch a glimpseofwhat is actually around you.
Isay that you donot have thetruth, nor seek it,and that you are not the slightestinterestedinthe truth.
Yetyou callmemad.I call youignorant. Icallyou a hypocrite. Youlabel me, Ilabel you. Justasour brains are wired to do, to beable to processand comprehend the things around us.
Butthese labels are also partofthe social construct, thegreat consensus. Do youreally wantthe truth?Canyou handle the truth? Do you wanttohandle thetruth?Really?
Areyou sure?
Becausehere it comes, and thisisyour last chancetoturnaway! Thetruth isthatthere is no truth. Letthatsink in for a moment. Thereisno truth. Andifthere shouldbesomething that we woulddefine as absolute andtrue, ifwe somehowcould grasp it. It would not last,but for that little moment when it is defined. The next moment isdifferent. Things change.Thingsalways change. And tempting as it istostatethisastruth, even this changes.
Now, before youcontinuetoread,Iurge youtostop andthinkfor amoment.What is thepurposeofthis? Is it amadmans attempttoprove hissanity toyou? To provethatheisnot mad? Is it an attempt to trickyourmind into believingsomething thatisnot real?
Before Ianswer what my purpose is, I want youtostopreading andthink about it forawhile. Form your ownopinion of it.Think for yourself for once. And once youhaveaclear answer in your mind, a solidopinion of your own, regarding my why, youcan choose to continuetoread andfindout if your opinion andmine are different, partly different orperhaps even thesame.
Andshouldyou nothave a clearopinion of your own, pleasestop readingand spendyourtime, theone thingyou actually can control,onsomethingthat feelsmeaningfultoyou. I do not mind. In fact,I do not wishtowastemywords on you. Thenagain, itisnot my decision,itis, unfortunately, yours, andyours alone.
Now, as you continueto read,ifthat is thechoiceyou’vemade, it does not matter whatmyintentions withthis is. It will all be filtered through your filters, previous experiencesandwhat youthink my agenda is.
To be perfectly honest. Idonot care what youthink aboutwhatyou read here, what youthinkaboutme or anything else forthatmatter.
To me,you are just anothernobody with no significanceinmylife, so Idon’t care what you thinknorassignanyvalue to your opinion.
Now, don’tget me wrong. Ibelieve, or perhapsmore hope,for your sake, that youare aperson that is of importance in someoneelse’slife.Orseveral else’s lives.
That is the wholepoint with the social constructand theconsensus culture. But Iguess you couldbeone of those unfortunate, or, as I seeit, fortunate, that hasfallen outside of thesocial