I recently caught the end of The Truman Show, but did not really think about it until I returned home from work today. It was a stunning day outside, so I chose to rest on our deck. As I watched one of the trees waving dangerously in the wind, I started wondering about the movie again.

I sat motionless for over half-an-hour, overwhelmed by a tremendous sensation of uncertainty and questioning. I’m sure that everyone has experienced something like this, but feeling was so powerful that I just had to write about it. I was entranced by doubts of my life, life itself, our world, our perceptions, and more. Am I officially a Skeptic? Although I hate being defined in any way, what I learned from my experience was that of everything that I perviously had faith in, nothing is as tangible as skepticism, and this is enough to attract me.

Here is a the Wikipedia Entry about philosophical skepticism and I hope to write more about this soon.