Skepticism or scepticism (see spelling differences) has many definitions, but generally refers to any questioning attitude towards knowledge, facts, or opinions/beliefs stated as facts, or doubt regarding claims that are taken for granted elsewhere. The word may characterize a position on a single matter, as in the case of religious skepticism, which is "doubt concerning basic religious principles (such as immortality, providence, and revelation)", but philosophical skepticism is an overall approach that requires all information to be well supported by evidence. Skeptics may even doubt the reliability of their own senses. Classical philosophical skepticism derives from the 'Skeptikoi', a school who "asserted nothing". Adherents of Pyrrhonism, for instance, suspend judgment in investigations.
In ordinary usage, skepticism (US) or scepticism (UK) (Greek: 'σκέπτομαι' skeptomai, to think, to look about, to consider; see also spelling differences) refers to:
In philosophy, scepticism refers more specifically to any one of several propositions. These include propositions about:
Stream brought words
and Stream brought meanings
Through its aether were seen all beings
beauty revealed as cruelty
Core of grief as death of desire
Stream flow in depth unmatched
crossed a statue with no hearing
March came colder than invited
crossed a realm of two endings
Stream to a sea had started turning
led somewhere
the path before me
turning around
numb fingers
fell up on my feet
i was awaken
sinking deeper
filling my lungs with pleasure
thick water
i sunk
on the sky
of grey clouds
fell on an iron armada
glittering in the sunlight
a rain like nails
waves forgotten
the shores were gone
a crew, rowing a coffing across
calm, stormy sea
i laid back on a slow wave,
to the depths of ground
growing down
with nothing to say
facing each other
withering in bloom
black flowers
as it landed away
down a rasp throat
inhaling a monotonus song
on the top of a pine
a shadow cast a raven
i turned towards my right arm
rays drew warmth from my skin
filling half of the horizion
the sun
on a carpet of thick moss
fully covered up by the woods
fell on my face
took a step back
the path was gone
The flames - waves are our path
The wind - blows away the fear
Calm - and strong are our minds
Joy on the fields is eternal
Pain beyond view
The flames raise us
In the cold the flames glow
blue
Under the flood
Blood
The waves - flames are our path
The last one
We die - we never fall
The flames in our veins
Storm behind, storm ahead
Oar strokes are our way
Away and back again
Deep in layers unwarm drifting
Lower in depths still descending
On wide billows slowly floating
In colder streams smoothly drifting
Beauty unleashed
Light wind flowing
Heard Silence
A dance to abyss would soon follow
Once another would soon swallow
Darkness as the light most silent
Silence as the darkest of voices
From Silence and anything
To Silence and nothing
Wind in the dawn
Screams
Does not whisper
Through the day
Distant
Dark clouds gather
Fear not
In here
Storms will enter
Winds are still
It is us who move
Storms are weak
Against ones
Who stand time
Dark clouds
Like them
Beautiful but helpless
Wind in the dusk
Whispers
Or stays silent
The dark clouds
Stay
Or slowly shatter
Sky in the night
Is dark
Like high ceiling
Fear not
The curtain
Arrived autumn
With a visited uninvited
And by chill slowly growing
With a lesson fully dreadful
And by message all displeasing
Then arrived autumn
With a growing understanding
And by vision slowly clearing
With belief calmly growing
And by readiness to embrace
Then arrived autumn
With unpleasant companion
And with frost overwhelming
With a lack of will to stand still
And with movement backwards drawing
The arrived autumn
Not the light of spring to follow
Nor a summer nor a winter
With autumn tints the forests glowing
And with leaves newly falling
Then arrived
I to visit uninvited
With a message to me ageless
Carrying the understanding
Sweet is the air under the forceful wings
Sharp is the gaze to read
Reflections from distant lakes
Whispers from distant woods
Calls from distant mountains
That brings summonings from the ones
with the swords
Come, carry the seeds
Of storms
Come, satisfy the lust
and the craving
Come, fleet, come
For ages
After ages
Sails unfilled
Doors unlocked
Barriers far
Guards unseen
Pain
sleeplike
For ages
mountains become heavy like dust
towers will stand like smoke
ages tighten to become aes
entering the levitation
feet would crave for solid ground
lost in vast forbidden ground
fell from clouds on sacred ground
in the mills of thought are being ground
mountains dust
towers smoke
ages aes
in levitation
swans hang from the heavy clouds
moon swam like a forgotten sin beneath
towards the bottom
through the lucid roof rose the-hanged-birds
heavy like statues of copper
in levitation as in an ethereal dream
swans became heavy to remain silent
mountains become heavy like dust
towers will stand like smoke
ages tighten to become aes
entering the levitation
feet would crave for solid ground
lost in vast forbidden ground
fell from clouds on sacred ground
in the mills of thought are being ground
mountains dust
towers smoke
ages aes
in levitation
swans hang from the heavy clouds
moon swam like a forgotten sin beneath
towards the bottom
through the lucid roof rose the-hanged-birds
heavy like statues of copper
in levitation as in an ethereal dream
swans became heavy to remain silent
as the stream will sink
Stream brought words
and Stream brought meanings
Through its aether were seen all beings
beauty revealed as cruelty
Core of grief as death of desire
Stream flow in depth unmatched
crossed a statue with no hearing
March came colder than invited
crossed a realm of two endings
Stream to a sea had started turning
March has come time to awaken
Break the silence deeply sleeping
And the stillnes lasting ages
Once more to start freely moving
And the pulse start beating strongly
And the words set calmly flowing
Blow the dust out of the pipe ends
Rid the chains of rust they carry
And the pulse set free and roaming
And unleash the words from slumber
One another then shall follow
Join each other in the alloy
To bring forth the march october
In march start and onwards journey
Boldly reach out for october
With the tunes as flocks that follow
And the words as their companion
Shall the tunes then whisper softly
And roar load like rising thunder
With a leadscape on their shoulders
Or mere sunrays as their clothing
Shall the words not sing of sorrow
Leave for others words of lament
Proudly join the tunes sounding
Gallant ways the pulse beating
Take their place in the alloy
Fortify the compsound forming
And unite the substance growing
And meld matter made for lasting
To complete the march october
Slowly
Came to stand still
joyrney
Reached the end
Here
Is Nothing
To be found
Came all the way
To Find
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing...
The flames - waves are our path
The wind - blows away the fear
Calm - and strong are our minds
Joy on the fields is eternal
Pain beyond view
The flames raise us
In the cold the flames glow
blue
Under the flood
Blood
The waves - flames are our path
The last one
We die - we never fall
The flames in our veins
Storm behind, storm ahead
Oar strokes are our way
Away and back again
The flames are rising
first stairs down
the galleries of chaos
organized structure;
a hall of
sweet images
smooth marble
the huge pipes
organ metal
blew shape
forms and colours;
an ethereal harmony
dances on
lead and silver
Bare light enters
These halls
Time barely passes
The floors
Silent for time
The Doors
Still for air
The mirror
Blind for movement
Time barely passes
Right hall
Shadows marking
Colored cover
Left hall
Light routes
Shall part
Pleasant ways
Hall behind
The pendulum
Through time
Through light
Through darkness
Through dust
The pendulum
The silent becomes loud
The absent becomes present
Each time barely passes
These halls
Hall behind
the edge of a forest went shallow in twilight
the edge of a blade drew a line with a clue
the edge of a cliff to sharp for crossing
the edge of the world still unknown to few
The sun may stopped rising
Light in mornings growing
Horizon sky from sea dividing
Clouds of waves separating
Grey have been our days
For longer than one will remember
Not a breath of wind in weeks
And ages of the last rainfall
Yet the oars strike into the dusk
Steady keep the rowlocks sounding
Let the morning bring land or more sea
Into the dusk will the oars lead us
Grey is night
Grey new dawn
Grey the light
Grey light gone
Feel no wind
See no shores
Never shall we turn back
Never shall we stop
Let the sun stop rising
Moon at nights appearing
Clear sky between clouds flashing
Night from day differing
Grey shall be our days
For as long as journey remains
We welcome cold and rough wind
Cold creeps in and I start to feel
Each bone of each of my fingers
Darkness like a cloak on my shoulders
Silence almost close enough to touch
I play my part
Footsteps echo in the corridor
In the dust is left a trail
The light pale but not the mind
I play my part
Not once will I ask for more
Not once will I ask for less
Belittle the hardness of others
Glorify the part of mine
I play my part
The cold not better than the warm
The light as welcome as the dark
The sour as sweet as delight
"Covered with sweat... darkness.anxiety to complete-"
"This is the red desert
Sparks transforming to artifacts."
"Air seems thick - colours paint-like"
On the cold bridge of grey stones
Stood the old man in his grey robe
Opening his oak barrels
Pouring them to the river
So began the pouring
Light frozen
Down snowing
Light was weakening
Grey was the curtain
Wide were the shores
Of the grey and green seas
If here once was a shore
It has gone nowhere
Further away black islands, rose
The bay is calm approach close
Distant nowhere
Forest on fire
Bitter mist on the walley
To move is to vanish
To stay is to arrive
Nowhere there is a reason
There are no distance for giants
The path on a journey
By The healing waters
of my lovely shores
I laid
The air so bleak
so cold
I breathed with my eyes
with my ears
Through aeons went my journey
From these mountains
I swear the world
I am the hammer
I am lightning
By the signs I shall return
To burn all land
after a time in depths
there is a crack in the pressure
these shreds of light
just a rope around my neck
there days of hope
a blade on my throat
these signs of dawn
just a route to my dusk
these bounds that broke
a prelude to my drowning
this pinch of endless
just a fragment of the forthcoming
these hint of life
The first spring gliding
Through the woods of velvet
Wanderer still
And the road moving
The second spring falling
Down the rough face of the gorge
Ropes of hope
Cut and uncut
The third spring diving
Into the veins of the mountains
Cold pressure - suction
As the crowds are now left behind
I enter the vastness of green
I was weary of all the noise around
For my ears silence is the ultimate sound
The forest is around me
In silence the pines stand tall
With the wind they whisper their tales
As their wisdom is everdarkgreen
Dark green are my hallways
Within my rooms lies endless peace
Surrounded by the ones that understand me
Surrounded by the ones I can trust
At the swamps
Mist is rising
Covering
It all below
As light creates shades to the mist screen
I see no dreams coming true
A breath from the endless ground
Stream brought words
and Stream brought meanings
Through its aether were seen all beings
beauty revealed as cruelty
Core of grief as death of desire
Stream flow in depth unmatched
crossed a statue with no hearing
March came colder than invited
crossed a realm of two endings
Stream to a sea had started turning
Up there time is air
Up there place is warmth
Up there dustbridge; the throne
Up there he is alone
Up there the light of no sun
Dim is the glow
Up there are the stars
Far, far below
Up there skies painted
With glances; the touch
Up there he is
March has come to awaken
Break the silence deeply sleeping
And the stillness lasting ages
Once more to start windchest filling
And the chains start freely moving
And the pulse start beating strongly
And the words set calmly flowing
Blow the dust out of the pipe ends
Rid the chains of rust they carry
And the pulse set free and roaming
And unleash the words from slumber
One another then shall follow
Join each other in the alloy
To bring forth the march October
In march start and onwards journey
Boldly reach out for October
With the tunes as flocks that follow
And the words as their companion
Shall the tunes then whisper softly
And roar loud like rising thunder
With a leadcape on their shoulders
Or mere sunrays as their clothing
Shall the words not sing of sorrow
Leave for others words of lament
Proudly join the tunes sounding
Gallant ways the pulse beating
Take their places in the alloy
Fortify the compound forming
And unite the substance growing
And meld matter made for lasting
Slowly
Came to stand still
joyrney
Reached the end
Here
Is Nothing
To be found
Came all the way
To Find
Nothing
Nothing
The darkness plain and fertile
A breeze flame-scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow
Sparks from the anvil
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown
A bow from fire to another
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
For ages
After ages
Sails unfilled
Doors unlocked
Barriers far
Guards unseen
Pain
sleeplike
For ages
After ages