Clarity

Through our everyday lives, we see, feel, touch, hear, and taste so much. We sense the world around us. But through all the things that our minds are forced to process, through all the blurry haze of the internal fog, do we ever reach a point of clarity? We can reason through everything, let science be our guides in the physical world and philosophy and faith to be the escort through our internal beings. But past all the external forces that lead us to see some resoultion, don't we have to ultimately decide into which rabbit hole we jump into? If we have to decide what it is we truly believe then at some point we have to take that jump of faith regardless of all the chaos and uncertainty before us. This realization has made it so much easier for me to understand the people who are devoted to God or people who have such drastic views that I inherently think are wrong. I mean in their perspective, I can concede that they are completely justified and correct. But that got me thinking? When did I consciously decide to believe the things that I believe? I don't think that I ever consciously did.