Day 4: No truth of my own

I feel my eyes may deceive me today

I see you, but I don't

What are you really

Will I ever know beyond what others tell me

Is that the only hope I have for most things I know

That others have known them first

Am I only the carrier pigeon of someone else's discoveries

If that is the case

Then I have no place to stand

No defence

No truth of my own

Maybe my only response this morning to this picture is poetry.  I am excited at the prospect of the Artemis II mission.  I was and infant and a toddler when humans were exploring the moon up close.  But I keep my enthusiasm close to my heart.  It is only a story I embrace in my limited understanding.  I have not platform, no podium, no place to proclaim.  I can only embrace what others have discovered as what might be.  

If I lived in a world where everyone embraced the possibilities, it would be safe to share my enthusiasm.  But not everyone embraces the possibility.  So I get to stay in my own little corner of the Earth and maybe find one or two that also embrace the possibility and then we can share our excitement.  

I have lost hope that humanity as a whole will ever understand a common "truth".  There will always be discord in that which is.     

I have a Robert G. Ingersoll quote in my quote book... but he talks about God, not the moon.  But the same idea is there.

"Is there a God? 

I do not know

Is man immortal? 

I do not know

One thing I do know, and that is, that neither hope, nor fear, belief, nor denial, can change the fact.  It is as it is, and it will be as it must be."