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Truth is relevant and irrelevant to mind with and without pain. What if all of them are knotted in the most complicated way possible? It sounds crazy, but it feels worse. 
You question the universal truths of life, of existence because you can no more bear the pain of hearing what is not true, so you believe what is not true as the truth.

You know it can't be true, you know there is a universe and it has nothing to do with your petty existence but you still question. You keep questioning until you fall asleep, you question the trees, the butterflies and the bugs around you. You question all of them around you and expect an answer. No one answers.

Is it because it is the truth and you were in denial? You question again, the more you question, the worse you feel. 
Truth is relevant. An imposed truth also is a truth to you.Truth is relevant and irrelevant to mind and time.

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