Knowledge

“Many times I've wondered how much there is to know…”

What can we truly know? I believe in science—but is science just what I already believe? What is truth, and how much of it is actually real? Is reality just in the eye of the beholder?

The world often feels shaped by my internal turmoil. I seek revolution—within and without. There’s nothing more beautiful than total transformation. Everything around me seems like it's at a breaking point, ready to fracture into something new. If I changed my mind, would the world follow?

Years ago, I became obsessed with the double slit experiment. The outcome changed depending on whether it was being observed. Are we each shaping our own realities—or are we all dreaming this one together?

If we’re all shaping reality, who’s dreaming this part?