Things exist. Even if they don’t fit the parametric model. In order to feel the truth, it takes courage to face the ignorance projected by others, projected by our own self. Only then existence makes sense. Outside this realisation, it’s probably only some kernelized existence. Made to make us feel the lie as beautiful.

But things exist. In their own beautiful way. No lie can make them ‘non-exist’. No lie can take away the existence from them. And eventually a bird chirping or a clear sky and silent night can make the existence clear. Not in one day, not in two days, but on a certain day.

No theory, nothing specific. Existence can strike the beautiful truth in uncertain and interesting ways that no ignorance of anyone can ever defeat.

Yes, things exist. Just like silence does. And world is still what we once had in childhood…for those who want it.