Take a man and let him watch his assumptions disintegrate:
His kin and origin family disintegrated.
His nationality disintegrated.
His religion disintegrated.
Common values he assumed were default in his habitat disintegrated.
And if he is a stubborn thinker, he will try to rebuild his understanding about life from first principles.
That is what happened to me.
In isolation. Sometimes painful isolation.
Long friendships and relations were dropping like leaves from a tree during autumn.
And from there, from that naked ground - build.
Not by memorizing what credentialed persons tell him is true.
But from observations.
Yes, it's painful to take the red pill. The material world becomes lean.
But a man comes closer to what existence is, rather than its story.
I am like a gay person coming out of the closet.
From a slick guy who for years knew how to settle two poles in the same breath, who irons everything with a smile - I allow my rigorous, dead serious thinker, which was always there, to come out.
And living beings can decide whatever they want to do about that.
It's not my problem anymore, i am just documenting.
My observations and insights became my companions, my family, my friends.
Because they are there to stay.
Like thermodynamics. Like electrons and quarks.
I am them, and they are me.
I am no one.
And yet the particle ripple humans call "I" or "Me" is whole like it was never before.
