truth clings to a moment's breath
each second, a whisper of reality
reflecting in the waters of existence
rippling outward from where mind and matter meet.
In the courtroom, we swear to tell "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth," as if it were a commodity we could package and hand over. Yet the stories unfold, witnesses recount, and lawyers paint pictures in starkly different shades. The jury deliberates not to uncover a hidden, singular truth, but to decide which version resonates most convincingly with their collective perception.
Our lives are lived in the context of this fluid truth. We shape our identities based on a narrative that evolves with every new experience, every remembered past, every anticipated future. The 'self' that you declare true today is not the 'self' you might claim tomorrow. Just as a river carves canyons over millennia, the continuous flow of existence shapes and reshapes our understanding of our own truth.
we circle around the ancient fires of discourse
throwing our perspectives into the flames,
watching as the sparks rise to join the stars.
The only fixed truth about truth is its unfixed nature. What we hold to be true may tomorrow be refashioned, melted down, and recast in the light of a new day.
The quest for truth might be less about securing it to the ground and more about learning to ride its waves. It's in the act of surfing these swells of perception and understanding, with eyes wide open to the shifting winds and tides, that we might find the closest thing to a fixed point in a world where everything is in motion.
We stand by the shore, peering into the depths of the water, searching for the rock--the absolute truth--that anchors the fluid dance of waves. If our truths are written in water, constantly flowing and reforming, how do we stand firm in our convictions while allowing the currents of new understanding to shape and refine them?
