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Does man require a transcendent purpose? One that is divorced from the coldness of reason?
Must such a purpose be present within the soul of man in order to stave off decay and complacency and galvanise the spirit? I take my birthright amid the enormous mechanisms of man’s creation, which rationally interpret and interrogate the cold and dead earth. With these vast engines man scrapes away at mystery and superstition, inexorably unearthing the bedrock of objective truth which underpins all. Yet to turn this machinery inward and and interrogate the conscious essence of the human being is to wrangle with a problem of near infinite complexity. A tapestry of delicate facts that are the whim of endless variables
Can mere quantification of facts and phenomena grant grandeur to the mind and sate the spirit?

To stand before a cliff face and to know the location of each and every crop and ledge does not by its mere knowledge allow a man to climb to the summit with ease. Yet to traverse the infinite problem of being, are we told that the bedrock of cold facts is sufficient for orientation? That a man with one hundred facts at hand is better equipped than a man with fifty? Is objectivity therefore an ultimate end to strive for? Or is a fumbling and abstract force equally potent to quench and inspire the soul of man, around which we may rally without understanding the finer intricacies of our actions? Would a man driven by well-meaning but false and heuristic principles forge a life less effectual than one who follows only undiluted total truth? Furthermore, are such false principles and abstract mistruths simply immature glimpses of higher orders of objective truth? Truths that are yet to be fathomed and thrall to prediction? If, with infinite resource, we could determine the variance of things and plot a course through each action with precise, atomic deliberation, would illusion and mistruth be eliminated from the psyche of man? Or, conversely, would these mistruths and false principles remain effective forces in managing the inertia of man in a way that is more beguiling than the cold and blunt truth of the earth? Must we therefore concede that the untrue can be tolerated in some capacity? Must we drape the veil of illusion over our eyes in order to reap the rich crop that this illusion might allow to attain?

This is the deepest quandary that has torn at my spirit, like the flail to the back of a slave. O, how I remember when sweet certainty embraced my fragile form and cocooned me from the unyielding tides. I remember