In the realm where truth and lies clash,
perceptions twist and often hide.
The simplest path might show the way,
but shadows’ cast may lead astray.
If I speak a lie and you believe it,
does simplicity reveal it?
If you doubt the truth,
does that make your belief the allure?
Occam's Razor, sharp and keen,
cuts through the fog where truth is visible.
Yet in the heart, where doubts linger,
the simplest truth isn't always clear.
In the mind, where beliefs take root,
the line between truth and lie can blur.
Who is right and who is wrong
when perception's grip holds strong?
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Such a poignant poem today where no one knows what to believe. Perception indeed the starting point of belief and conviction. So nicely worded My friend a fave
Always liked (even if I was unsure how to spell it – which is an indication of the depth of my understanding) Occam’s razor, when utilized in scientific debate. However when used to arbitrate on my personal perceptions, I think I’m in a wee bit of trouble. The phrase “made me think” which was the go a while back here irritated me, but in this instance I believe I will resort to it!
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