What does it mean to know? Know what? To know that we’re perishable items that happen to have a so-called conscience. That we all have an expiration date on us. A time limit that was forced to commence upon us by our biological procreators. One that we never had a choice in. We were set upon this opaque system that we call Earth by something greater than ourselves. That is for sure. Whether it was a greater being, outer pure luck, or the theme for this book; Something else we can’t comprehend. All we know is that it wasn't our doing that brought us into this world. It doesn’t matter what truth you have found hope in to believe. No one individual truth is the correct one. Because how can there ever be one truth? It doesn’t make sense but then again nothing does. That is the point. Everyone has a different truth. Like genetic traits, there can not be two of the same. We all have personal life experiences that shape us to be who we are and are not. These experiences form our way of thinking. They create an individual perception of everything around us. Our own reality. Knowing this conveys that two truths can never be the same. But what does it mean to have a truth? Does it mean something that is coherently true that you or I know? Or does it mean something beyond that entirely? We can only have one truth. Searching for that truth is our meaning. The justification to ourselves of why we are here. Our purpose or goal while we are residing on this temporary plain of time. Because without our truth we wouldn’t have a meaning here any longer. There just wouldn't be any point. Now what if I told you that while everyone has their own truth there is a greater truth altogether. A truth bigger than ourselves. One truth that links all of our separate truths together? A truth I call The Box Theory. The Box Theory simply put is a theory of mine that states our minds or consciences are limited to inside this invisible box. This means that we have fixed knowledge of the world around us. We only know what we know that we alone see. And when we die our finite understanding vanishes along with us. We can't know what is outside of ourselves or what is beyond our box. This restriction was set upon us by something we can't comprehend. This would mean that the one truth doesn't exist. At least to us. This would also imply that we can not definitely know what is truth. This is because what we know we perceive to be real and what we perceive to be real we know. Anything could be the truth and we just don't know it. This is because it's just beyond our grasp of our reality. But what would happen if you miraculously realized the one truth one day? Perhaps our boxed-up reality would immediately cease to exist perishing us as well into oblivion or maybe even another realm of realism. Or perhaps unravelling the truth and finding the answers would deprive our meaning of life as we know it. Therefore establishing that there can't be meaning without truth and there can also be no truth without meaning. The truth is a paradox left up only to what we know to be the truth. This describes the entire concept of philosophy. The question of what is…