The truth is so fantastical it will seem like nonsense and even juvenile when you first encounter it.Because it takes you back to the beginning. To a place hidden behind your fear of asking questions that would seem unintelligent - To question what it means to know anything, and to question what logic itself is.It's time to grow up and face the questions you were taught not to face, the ones which everyone pretends to know the answer to but deep down knows they've never known.What is the smell of a flower? What is it _really_?Face the unknown which is literally in front of you nonstop, or run back to your fairy tales which tell you it's "made out of" something else you also ultimately know nothing about (because those fairy tales were told to you by that same unknown and everyone is in denial of that fact).
don't get it, the smell of a flower is a chemical read by olphactory sensors that transmit info along nerve cells to a model of the world made in the brain. It's just a chemical "read". (maybe simulated.)
