Does this happen to anyone else?

I have in my head an inexpressible conception of the world. It sways and varies a bit depending on my mood and things like that. As I grow I have altered certain aspects of it but it seems to remain there, outside of the amalgamation of myself at the distance in which I first became apparent with it (which was in a pot fueled cerebral glimpse at the pre-transient). Who here is religious basically? I mean… who approaches the world with complete doubt as opposed to ‘buying in’ to a conceptual system, even if it is there own?

In this way I feel truth as something beyond me and the physical world I see with my eyes, but also something which is not objective in the sense that I am seeing (and likely will till I die) a distorted version of it, and I feel like that distorment is what drives the universe.

Now all of that is just common language version of philosophy that’s long been overexpoused*, what my question actually gets at is the daily application of such a conceptual outlook. In other words, forget logic, do you ever find yourself reading a certain philosophy and trying to tweak certain aspects of it so that they will fit into -your- system? Sort of akin to trying to cram puzzle peices that are ‘close enough’ to the shape? Do you ever read something that you can’t really seem to poke too many holes in but just sort of dismiss it from interest because you can’t incorporate it into your personal conception?

Ya-knowhamean?

(edit to include this: Is ‘expoused’ a word? I thought it meant like bringing into view from examination but I can’t actually seem to find it on dictionary.com or answers.com … hmmmm)

yes

Be an empty vessel Gobbo. Let the truth fill you where ever you find it.

Seriously though, I both find a similiarity and a dissimiliarity in your thinking with my own thoughts. I think truth initially is mundane and simple, and when one apprehends this kind of truth you begin to uncover and dissipate the mystery to which the mind desires to cling to. Basically one begins to drift towards a hopeless apathy, which can only be good if you eventually turn yourself around and move in the other direction again. But how many have the strength for such a desperate path?

I think the distortion of the truth you speak of is a function of the human condition which finds it’s expression in the nature of our compartmentalization. We will never be able to know what’s around the next bend and that ignarance will always serve to frustrate or to make us curious, and a seeker of that which we do not yet perceive. So distortion is doubt?

I think the word you were going for is espoused.

Um…I do believe there is a lot that we don’t know and will never know until we die, well, I am Christian after all. There are things that I read that I might dismiss because it doesn’t fall into my beliefs but then there are times when I do consider them and then might come to find that it is not really that incompatible. But basically, there will always be mystery in life.