Truth-seekers, they call them, but it is a moot description for men like journalists. I say so because there are many who are in the field just guarding their politics; that is, protecting their own interests. And I say so because of the fact that no article written is ever unbiased under any byline. Simple: objective journalism is a myth, and the same can be said for truth. Or maybe not?
Always, the journalist hunts down stories and sometimes we are led to believe that these are true. I doubt that they ever find a convincing end though, so they unearth and ask more to get that finale that satisfies their selfishness. But I doubt that they ever reach that as well because if they did, they would stop.
It is similar to looking up definitions: once we get them, we use the word; but then we eventually redefine it, constantly. And we can never be satisfied. As for me, I believe the corporate world is a Whore and only a few remain un-attracted to it. Soon enough, that definition might change because that world may become more or less than the Whore I imagined it to be.
But I doubt I will ever end there. The curious mind never stops asking unless I die and stop thinking. I might even say that the corporate world is a hodgepodge of the deadly sins. And then I ask myself, “Why? Where does God stand in this?” And my musings would go on and on.
So, does meaning exist? Yes, but I doubt its concreteness. This is the reason why I think objective journalism and truth are myths. I am not saying that they are not real; rather they are just glamorized ideas surrounding concepts. They attempt to explain, but they are changeable.
When we learn more, we ask more and we try to fill in that unfathomable depth of satisfaction. And that satisfaction is real, but it is unlikely to be there.
This is Philosophy.
It is like a blind man looking for a black cat in a dark room that is not there. It is a myth, but it is never pointless. If it were, thinking would be useless.
Looking at it at a broader spectrum, all of us were born blind. We try to look for answers, we find them, but we ask for more answers. We opt to try looking for it in unfamiliar territories, but they are nonexistent.
It is almost similar to saying that certain explanations are beyond our understanding and that it is God-like, but we keep questioning anyway. And the answers we get from it become the fraction of light we imagined. But there is no light to speak of, really.
So there, demand your own universe! Philosophy is a myth, and so is thinking.
Imagine.
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Sergei Reyes is a BA ComArts student in UP Mindanao.
“It is like a blind man looking for a black cat in a dark room that is not there. ”
Hehe, sir Pavo lessons ayo, serg. 😉 Keep it up.
yup. Sir Pavo lesson jud. He does a good job at making me pause and think. and rethink. 😉