The Good was not a form of reality. It was reality itself, ever-changing, ultimately unknowable in any kind of fixed, rigid way.
The areas of consensus shift unbelievably fast; the bubbles of certainty are constantly exploding.
Reality is a sliding door.
History is nothing but a procession of false absolutes.
If you learn one thing from having lived through decades of changing views, it is that all predictions are necessarily false.
What we think of as physical reality is an intermingling of appropriate realities, a fluid massive consciousness in which each of us exists independently of each other and yet coexists interdependently with each other.
We are living in a dynamic age with multiple ideas and beliefs of correctness; this world is not deterministic and not still.
Concepts are always frozen. Reality flows.
Truth has a way of shifting under pressure.
