I can take no teacher;
For a teacher is nothing more than his ideas.
If his ideas are of any truth; The veracity of the truth is unproven.
If his ideas are based on logics; The logics are mired with imperfections.
If his ideas are speculations; There are suppositions to match it rigours.
If his ideas are accepted with blind faith; I can’t have blind faith, since it is a delusion.
I turn to Religion;
Religion promises of ultimate salvation.
Alas, but religion is matter of interpretations; The interpretations are narrow winded paths.
Alas, the preaching does not match the conducts; Conducts affirms the veracity of meanings.
Alas, I cannot cheat myself in matter of seeking Truth; I must extricate Truth from pretences.
Avoidance of pretence took me to philosophy;
It promises the land of enlightenment.
Philosophy is not on teachers, but on strings of arguments; Conclusion could be deduced with clear sights.
Philosophy couldn’t conflict religion; Illuminations strengthen the beliefs.
Philosophy is nevertheless, an infinite quest; Yet my life is too short to comprehend the final truth.
I have to use the best of my intellect;
It is the paramount chance that I have.
Intellect is prone to disease; It is called doubts.
Intellect requires proofs; Proofs are never final.
Intellect hence mingles with doubts; Doubts upon doubts.
But, I am responsible on me; No others do.
But, I must be free; Otherwise I am in vain.
By teachers; I found none
By religion; I found hypocrisy
By philosophy; I found infinite regress
By intellect; I found doubts
What shall I do?