Opinions expressed here are my own, not those of the church I serve or of any other person.
A man sits at a table. He is there because he offered an opinion on a matter he could not influence.
He cannot now recall the matter he could not influence. He cannot repeat his opinion.
A man sits alone at a table. He thinks about Truth. He decides Truth is not a single statement agreed upon by a mass of persons, whose very mass makes the Truth acceptable.
He thinks Truth may be Intelligence/Information delivered to bewildered adventurers from a Unique Intelligence with extraordinary Information.
He must also decide if he is willing to accept the fact of his own existence and that of the table. Is he actual? Is the table real? Are he and the table brothers, actors or just elements in the macabre dream of a demon?
Alas, it is too late for him to say.
Or, is it? There is no means to gauge time where he sits, so is there time, at all? He may have time, or time may no longer append him, or time may not ever be or have been.
Alas, it does not seem to matter if he says. Or, does his decision matter? He is alone in a room without beginning or end. He cannot influence another being. He cannot even move the table.
Still, if he is, his deciding must matter, in time or un-time. Un-time; is that eternity or damnation or annihilation? Is he at all?
Alas, he cannot seem to say.
Opinions expressed here are my own, not those of the church I serve or any other person.