Philosophy

I think, therefore the world is.

The universe is what we make of it. The human experience is as malleable as the fictions it dreams of. The truth, is that to creatures of the mind, there is no truth but that which it believes to be true. 

Wisdom is more useful than truth.

As we journey through life, we accumulate anecdotal truths. Not all these truths last. What remains in their wake is something arguably more profound than fact or fiction: Wisdom. The ability to contemplate our reality, and to manifest the resulting reveries with purpose and meaning in our lives is an ability unique to human beings.