The Mirror of the Mind (Epistemology)
How do we prove the world beyond the eye,When all we touch is filtered through the brain?The painted blue that stretches in the sky,May be a trick of shadow and of strain.We build our castles out of what we think,And name the shadows dancing on the wall,Yet stand forever on a fragile brink,Not knowing if we see the truth at all.For sensory illusions map the coast,Of everything the fragile mind believes;The things we claim to grasp and certain most,Are often ghosts the waking sight receives.Yet logic whispers through the heavy dark:To question thought is reason’s brightest spark.
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