Truth of the lines

Pity the lines. Where do we draw them? Honour and insanity? Love and craziness? Yes, on the surface, they seem so far and distinct. Apply them to the right surface and you see just how very faint and very grey the line is.

The world is built on bounds and bounds of uncertainty which leads to limitless possibilities. Assumptions are made, then assumptions upon assumptions, and further down the spiral they may realize that the base case was never true to start. Fault of one, fault of many.

Is there such a thing as truth? Truth as in what is absolutely right may not even exist in this universe. It is the ultimate mystery that may not even span an answer. Since things always exist in constant change, there may be truth in the moment but nothing more. It all comes down to a choice as to what you believe at this moment in time. The line is almost always grey, hardly ever perfect white or black.

So what's better? Believe nothing or believe everything? Maybe its best not to believe anything and question everything.