Robert Anton Wilson said, many times, that all things are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense and true and false and meaningless in some sense. In other words, everything is subjective and dependent upon context.
Here is where my head has been stuck for the last couple of hours. If all experience is subjective and we are all experiencing our own “reality tunnel”, then that too is true and false and meaningless, in some sense. So there can be no objective truth, but the idea that there is no objective truth is also subjective. The idea that everything is subjective, is subjective. This is roughly the point where I begin to feel sick and I start to feel my threads unravelling.
I’m guessing that this is what Buddhists refer to as false enlightenment. The feeling that perfect realisation of the ultimate truth is just out of my grasp.
I don’t know why I had to write this down. I just had to. Maybe now I will be able to sleep. I think that this is the first step on my path to realising that my truth is just as valid as anyone else’s truth. Because there is no truth. So fuck it.