An interpersonal event
Superimposed on a thought,
Ego-transforming precedent
Warps one's sight to see what's not.
The information age gives way
To interpretation's stage,
Technology's deceptions sway
With the counterfeiter's page.
What we perceive was never real,
But until our time the spread
Of illusion skulked through the wheel
Of abstractions in one's head.
Known only to the psychonauts
Of traditions who observe
And reify their very thoughts
To discern their limits' curve.
Truth's nature in the waking world
They knew we all wrongly sensed,
Though practicality unfurled
In our lives narrowly fenced.
Fact's power remained paramount
In basic society,
Opinions remained in the fount
Of the mind's propriety.
Human consciousness expanded
When we were forced to accept
Knowledge was no longer stranded
By space and time, out of depth.
In our greater capacity
We have extended belief
As awareness-necessity
To keep up with each conceit.
Experience and truth divorce;
Since we can't examine each
And every report, our recourse
Is revolutionized speech.
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