Doubt

When will this doubt seep out of my truths until they are pure? When will I learn to trust? Trust people as I trust this chair to hold me? Has there been so much deceit that it has permanently marred the face of those who are genuine? Or, am I right to suspect fraudulence? It’s really the debate between life as an individual experience or a shared experience. Are we here for a self-preserving or a communal purpose? Is our consciousness solitary or collective?