Because the experience is unexplainable, all the greatest sacred books of all times are really books of half-truths and half-lies.
This isn’t an insult—it’s a revelation.
No scripture, however exalted, has ever captured the raw, wordless pulse of the Real. What they offer are sketches of shadows on the wall of a fire no mind can touch. Symbols masquerading as substance. Descriptions chasing something that dissolves the moment language arrives.
Truth isn’t what’s written—it’s what remains when writing fails.
Those who encountered the Infinite didn’t leave behind instruction manuals. They left metaphors, myths, and paradoxes—each shaped by the lens of a time, a culture, a mind trying to say what cannot be said. The half-truth lies in the gesture toward transcendence. The half-lie forms when that gesture becomes fixed, dogmatized, and taken as absolute.
And yet, there’s beauty in the attempt. Even the most distorted scripture carries a scent of the ineffable. But to follow that scent requires radical honesty—the willingness to discard even the sacred if it becomes a substitute for direct knowing.
Experience doesn’t need belief. It doesn’t argue. It doesn’t convert.
It just is—before the page, before the priest, before the thought.
The final surrender is not to a teaching, but to the silence underneath it.
Morgan O. Smith
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