No man can ever grasp the whole impersonal neutrality of a universe.
That is hidden under the mists of subjectivity. We are merely variously constructed sounding boards for the noise of the pine tree falling in the forest. The sound is potential, even if no one is there to hear it. Just as radio programs are all around us clogging the air, needing only a certain sensitive mechanism to make them a reality, a fact. So, what is reality? The definition is so unclear. It could be the basic truth, the fact of matter, impersonal, neutral...or it could be for each individual, what that individual chooses to make of his corner of the world.
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