Truth is power. The problem with truth is that it is relative. My truth is not your truth. Your truth is not another’s truth. Is there an absolute, and if there is, can it be construed as truth or even as its cousin?
Perhaps truth is best appreciated as opposition to falsity. I recall an experience and describe it as the faithful representation of my memory of what happened. It is the truth, but only as I remember it. Your truth will be a different apperception of your own experience of what happened. Can both be true? They can. Must one be false? One or both may be false, but how is that determined? Must a jury decide? Will an objective third party be required to decide who has spoken the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
I am feeling a bit queasy, but I have made my point: truth is personal.
Continuing this discussion gets us into the realm of disputation over what the definition of is is. Let’s not go there.
I have access only to my own personal truth. That’s all I can bring to the discussion. I beg your empathy. Please imagine yourself inside my skin, your thoughts conjured inside my brain. Then you might come to know the me that is, whatever is is, whomever I am. Come inside. Let’s play with thoughts, with realities, with dreams, with all the infinite possibilities that are waiting to be accessed and acknowledged. Sounds like fun!
Just read a little of your wonderful writing. I could sit here & read the whole thing. It’s time to put the laundry away and try once again to organize my dresser drawers. Your pal, mph
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Enjoyed your kind words.
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I started reading and can’t stop. You are a true wordsmith with great insight and so much to say. Thank you for your words.
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