"For a long time I thought that God is the truth, but gradually I have
realized that Truth is God" said a man who believed truth was absolute,
unidimensional. Maybe he was right, maybe truth is the final word. Or
maybe he was confusing truth with facts.
Facts laced with context is what I would call reality. But would it be safe to label is truth? What would you call our history textbooks? Facts? Truth? Reality? Interpretation? Where winner takes it all, the boundaries between the definitions start to blur.
Truth, they say is pure. But how pure is pure? How sacred is the incomplete truth? Now if truth is an absolute, how can it be partial or complete? It depends on who and how many do you ask for the truth.Truth too perhaps exists in layers. Death is absolute, life is not. So does that make living any less real? Can something that is real, be a lie?
So what is truth ever complete? I say, who cares! We all deal with enough questions in a day to add one more to the bucket. We deal with our truths, our lies, our pride, our guilt. We carry with us what is dear to us, truth or a lie. We tell it over and over again and it starts sounding as if it truly happened. Our lies merge with our desires which we hope will transform into some kind of a truth one day.
Some random mumbling that one was! :)
Facts laced with context is what I would call reality. But would it be safe to label is truth? What would you call our history textbooks? Facts? Truth? Reality? Interpretation? Where winner takes it all, the boundaries between the definitions start to blur.
Truth, they say is pure. But how pure is pure? How sacred is the incomplete truth? Now if truth is an absolute, how can it be partial or complete? It depends on who and how many do you ask for the truth.Truth too perhaps exists in layers. Death is absolute, life is not. So does that make living any less real? Can something that is real, be a lie?
So what is truth ever complete? I say, who cares! We all deal with enough questions in a day to add one more to the bucket. We deal with our truths, our lies, our pride, our guilt. We carry with us what is dear to us, truth or a lie. We tell it over and over again and it starts sounding as if it truly happened. Our lies merge with our desires which we hope will transform into some kind of a truth one day.
Some random mumbling that one was! :)
