rainbow walking

What Is Truth?

“Truth” seems to have a mind of its own and doesn’t appear to pay us much heed regardless of how much we conspire against it. It certainly doesn’t make much sense to assume it forced us to call it what it might not be, we just arbitrarily decided that would work in absence of anything more applicable. Now someone has risen to ask the obvious in response to the superfluous.

I saw a man once trying to entice his dog back into the fence with a handful of fleas. The fleas didn’t appear to have much choice in the matter and the man, having exasperated all other methods couldn’t see any way other than to appeal to the dog’s apparent affiliation with the critters so, why deny the wisdom?

Who can read the mind of truth and come away with anything more than what he had when the two were introduced. It isn’t so much a question of contrast but more along the lines of how to express what’s left after it’s been siphoned through a mind littered with symbols and conflicts that stretch back a ways beyond the holding of such things, back before such things existed. Like trying to piece together, in a mirror, an artificial justification for trying to piece it together…but, what the hell…it isn’t like we’ll know what to do with it even if we did. Reminds me of the affection we have with propaganda just because it has an official ring to it. I see a lot of that lately. It just seems easier to believe what everyone wants to know is what everyone really wants to know and tailor the propaganda to meet that suspicion.

I’m always amused by such attempts at defining these concepts because obviously, if the definitions we thought we understood aren’t sufficient then we already know too much…too much that is to confine the definition to what we thought we knew…so just as obviously, we’ve come to a place in the road where we have to get out of the cart and push a while and no one seems much motivated in that direction.

So we’ve discovered that what we thought we knew doesn’t quite correspond to what we have learned and everyone’s in a dither. Some say we’ve lost our way and others are still pointing at the sign we just passed that they were sure said strait ahead and yet others are just waiting to see if anything is knowable.

But I’ve a suspicion that truth has a mind of its own and not likely very susceptible to being hemmed in by fleas. And there are always those who would toss us from the cart and take it in another direction. They are the ones who are absolutely convinced they know the “Truth” and where to find it and how to get us there. Mesmerized they are, from having looked it in the eyes. Just as blinded as the day is long is what I'd say.

Handling the truth seems like a tricky thing, to be sure, because you can’t look it directly in the eyes. If you do you’re just going to come up empty handed every time, or worse…empty headed. So there is an element of risk involved. If you ever happen upon a piece of it you’re not likely going to want to let it go, but let it go you will. You have no choice.