When I am laying in bed in the daylight or, sitting on the porch. I see faces, demons, animals in the tree branches and bushes. In ancient cultures these would be holy visions. Today, I am considered insane or strange. Or, maybe I am creative without restraint.
What is belief? Can a belief become so ingrained that it manifests itself as fact. And, then what is a fact? Is it something to be proved wrong by future generations? Science, Myth, Fiction...
Have a great week,
Thaddeus Oswald (Dj Lipton, Unkle Freebird, Mumford, Eel, etc.)