I’m a false seeker. What’s leftover may be truth.
I look at it this way: You start with everything. Everything is true. This is the world of fiction and non-fiction combined. It’s a nice place to stop with wonders never ceasing.
But I’m not satisfied with everything being true.
So, like a piece of marble, I cut away. Slowly, carefully.
I let the marble show me how it’s best cut because I can’t see inside.
I don’t know what it will look like when I’m done but I like how it’s shaping so far.