A particular philosophy that I came across states that since this creation is infinite, its parts or components can be arranged in infinite ways. Where does that leave the struggle for the truth? What is the truth at any given time and place, when the facts can be arranged in infinite ways to suit an infinite number of perspectives and needs?
A simple example would be a cow: to the butcher it only matters how many steaks and other cuts can be extracted from its body. To the shoemaker it only matters how much leather can be harvested. To the dairy industry, only the amount of milk the cow gives matters. In India, the cow is regarded as symbol for “mother” and therefore is sacred.
These are the various truths about the cow from various perspectives. The butchers’ truth is meat; the shoemakers’ truth is leather; the dairy industry’s is milk.
Same cow. Different truths for different needs.
This applies to the entire universe that surrounds us. This universe is like one enormous cow that means different things to different people at different times and different places.
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