I think science is often perceived as definitive, but I am coming to realize that there is a limit, a range of error, to everything that exists. Once something exists, there are rules in place that support its existence. How do we even know what exists? For all we know, objective reality is false and the universe is a giant hologram. Science is really the antonym of definitive: incomplete, inconclusive, inexact, interim, temporary, unreliable.

All I can wonder now is where our certainty stems from in a world where the definitive cannot be reached. We approach the truth, but fact strays just past our reach. There is a feeling of clarity and a strength in diction that makes the truth seem tangible, but many of our truths, especially those about ourselves, are based on memory. We can solemnly swear or promise that we are telling the truth, but are we? Memory falters. The more you access a memory, the more it changes. This article explains that "memory is a ceaseless process, not a repository of inert information. It shows us that every time we remember anything, the neuronal structure of the memory is delicately transformed, or reconsolidated."

I am still left wondering: what is awareness?