Truth so diffuse, so expansive, so lacking in fixed form that it barely qualifies as truth at all—yet somehow still contains genuine insight. Gaseous truth fills whatever space it occupies, impossible to grab hold of, impossible to pin down, but surrounding everything with an atmosphere of meaning. This is the truth of poetry, of mysticism, of the profound insight that can't be reduced to propositions. Gaseous truth is real but not propositional; it's true but not factual. It's the truth you feel but can't explain, the truth that's everywhere and nowhere, the truth that philosophers chase and lovers touch.
Example: "He tried to explain his spiritual experience, but words failed. 'It was like... everything is connected... and also nothing matters... but in a good way... and time isn't real... but it is... I don't know.' Gaseous truth: real but uncontainable. His friend nodded, having no idea what he meant, but somehow understanding anyway."
by AbzuInExile February 16, 2026
Get the Gaseous Truth mug.Truth so diffuse, so expansive, so lacking in fixed form that it permeates everything without being capturable anywhere. Gaseous system truth is the truth of atmospheres—of cultural moods, of collective consciousness, of the spirit of an age. It's real but not localizable; true but not propositional. You know it's there because you breathe it, but you can't point to it or hold it. Gaseous system truth is the truth of "the vibe," of "the zeitgeist," of "the way things feel." It's what poets chase and scientists dismiss, to their loss.
Example: "She tried to explain the mood of 2020—fear, isolation, hope, despair, all mixed into something new. Gaseous system truth: it was everywhere and nowhere, real but uncapturable. Any specific statement was inadequate; the truth was in the atmosphere. Her listeners nodded, having breathed the same air. They didn't need it explained; they needed it acknowledged."
by AbzuInExile February 16, 2026
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