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Essay On ‘Truth’

 

[21:18] *******: honest? then how do you explain the way you twist the truth to confuse people?

 

You're statement stuck in my mind a bit.

 

You're sort of right.  How perceptive of you!

 

Maybe I do 'twist' the truth, but it's not necessarily to confuse people.  I do think maybe I go somewhat out of the way to frustrate people some of the time, but frustration isn't so bad a thing, as long as it isn't allowed to mutate into suffering.  Suffering is the devil.

 

I don't try to confuse people though...  The 'truth' is so fluid, so many different ways of looking at it.  I guess I'm just not biased enough to commit to any version.  Maybe I am the one who's confused, and I just share that confusion.  But I perceive truth in its entirety a lot of the time, at some levels, while it can be confusing if approached from a limited viewpoint.

 

I'm the most honest person I know.  I don't try to stick to any one version of the truth in order to seem honest (inspiring belief by repetition never was a favorite past time of mine).  What is the truth, after all?

 

Grokking is hard to achieve, and even harder to explain -- it can't be limited by such things as belief or commitment.  It's purer than that.  It’s purer than supposed understanding.

 

Sure, my presentation of that which we call truth may not be the most settling, comfortable, or pleasing of conceptions, but it is certainly the purest, in all its duplicities.

 

I detest lies, but in order to assure oneself that they're not lying, one must jump between different facets of this lofty concept of a one truth.  One must 'twist' it to see and show what's it's truly made of.  It's hollow; it's barely substantial.  One might ponder if it's even real, or if any such 'solid' concepts can be.  The prospect of solidity seems to grant it a status of materiality, and has anything material ever truly been real, or more than temporary?

 

I do perceive that there is a truth, but I will not limit myself by allowing a belief in any of it.  I choose a path to pursue truth out of convenience and efficiency, rather than unnecessarily jumping between all the different paths available.  That is just how I pursue my truth though.  Realizing it is just one of many approaches, however, I don't see how I can remain honest and try and confine all my proclamations to a short-sighted and narrow confinement to appease what most might consider a truth.  This concept of truth is faulty, i think, and is more truly an extreme and committed profession of a personal belief.  One might try to present this concept of truth as true honesty, but all that it is really is an attachment to one's particular way of viewing things.  I'd rather seem 'dishonest', or be perceived as twisting or distorting the truth, while in my own humble (hah!) way presenting a purer picture of it.

 

Purity seems to more adequately encapsulate what I think many beings desire truth to mean.

 

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