Truth is..
I'm okay.
I'm a wreck.
I'm perfect.
I'm a fat mess.
I'm content.
I'm angry at the world.
I'm smiling.
I'm screaming out for someone's help.
I'm comfortable.
I'm longing for something more than this.
The truth is...
...complicated.
still standing
flowers in the garden
push through
crumbs of dirt
clawing at sunlight
but slowly
they wither away
crumpling
never revealing their
petals to the
colbalt sky
the ones left
parade their beautiful
colors to
silent eyes
Tired
You make me so tired.
Last night I dreamt that I loved you
again.
Running into you causes a rush
of adrenaline that leaves me low.
Talking to you drains me of articulation.
Crying for you leaves me alone.
Knowing where you are spawns a thousand
plans to get there, none of which will work.
Last night I dreamt that I loved you
again.
You make me so tired.
So here it is...
I have travelled much,
seen many things ,
contractualy entangled,
emancipated, emaciated,
educated, desalinated,
reciprocated, cogitated,
manipulated and finally disheartened.
and I am no expert,
but no one is, not at the truth biz.
it’s a depressing endeavor,
the truth biz,
more wrong turns than right,
more black and shadow,
and not a lot of certainty,
and for what?
and for who?
and what in the end,
we have to show for all that torture?
well...
tone down your expectation,
you won’t get any E equals MC squares here.
not crisp equation,
that you can neatly,
put on a get well card.
in fact, for much that we can say,
us in the truth biz,
the more you try to shove things,
compacting, dismissing exceptions,
the more you stray.
perhaps this is what truth realy comes down to:
don’t expect to get a straight answer.
then again, in the truth biz,
we literaly wrote the book,
about generalization,
we generalize and stereotype the crap,
out of this universe,
it is mostly dark, you see?
and there are these shiny things?
stars! bingo.
i guess that in the truth biz,
we get a bit lazy sometimes.
it’s probably a cobtributing factor,
all those giants who lend us ,
nice shoulders to stand upon,
why, i’ll admit it,
we could’ve done a better job.
but that’s the bar that’s set here,
over here at truth biz,
you should see some of the bozos,
we got working on it,
but that’s what we get,
it ain’t pretty,
it’s sad and unsatisfying,
and we’ve pretty much,
just came around to the same conclusion, over and over.
so here it goes:
life is so-so. it isn’t good or bad,
it could be worse or better,
it comes to an end,
there’s some speculation,
about what comes next,
we’ll get back to you on that one.
so done with life.
next...do reality?
fine. gotcha.
reality is change,
it is constantly in flux,
if you caught a contradiction here,
so did Perminides, one of those giants..
so yeah, it’s all change,
but it's full of patrerns.
think of it as an endless roll of wrapping paper being pulled straight into a paper shredder.
right.
happiness?
well, you may find some,
although satisfaction is a fleeting moment.
though satisfaction is a fleeting momentis although satisfaction is a fleeting moment.oment.
and even if you get some,
it is not important,
in the grand scheme of things,
yeah, that’s right,
here in the truth biz,
we look at things on a cosmic scale,
at least sometimes..
god, my mouth is dry...
god. MY mouth is dry.
god...any questions?
great, well...the big guy,
he...she..well..yeah...
let’s tie it with reality, then:
the universe is in change,
and it is constantly being created,
it was not a one-off thing,
so god or the gods or the non-god ,
well..they’re busy..
death sucks for everyone,
except those,
that can’t wait for it to come,
but we don’t know,
if the next stage gets one star or five,
or zero.
zero...nothing comes from nothing,
what do you get? nothing!
oh, i’m sorry,
I got a flashback of ‘the life of Brian’.
always look on the...
look, i’m getting tired of this.
maybe this is part of the truth.
some guys over,
at the classics department,
say that everything is Logos,
or in other words:
everything has a deeper neaning.
crazy Greeks.
Logos...
oh..you liked legos when,
you were young?
why then and not now?
aren't you the same person?
i think you still do,
like Legos, i mean.
or you are possibly,
not the same entity, you recall.
it’s ok.
here in the truth biz ,
keeping true to yourself,
and not hiding things is a big thing,
analyzing things...
hey, i LIKE legos too.
i just feel bad,
that when you buy them today,
they come with a plan,
and in the end it looks so good,
that you don’t dare take it apart.
well..until some parts get lost,
and only then you start,
doing your own thing.
such is life , eh?
we make plans,
see our life on a nice track,
then the wheels start coming off..
i think you don’t want the truth.
you just want me to tell you,
it’s going to turn out great,
and give you advice,
about how to turn your life around.
you don’t care about the srars,
you don’t care about art,
you don’t care about love.
all you want is for me to be a ‘daddy’,
and figure EVERY thing out for you.
oh, and you want it to be,
an easy read!
go back to the start,
i made no claim that this,
is what i can give.
i’m sitting on a taxi now,
the website gives what i write,
all kinds of problems,
i’m dead tired and my day,
is just starting,
no amount of coffee,
is going to fill that hole.
you want the truth?
i can’t handle the truth!
i just can't!
it’s just a bug in the system,
a self-replicating annoyance,
that keeps popping up,
in my sleep deprived mind,
especially when it’s all gloomy,
which is why it often feels like a...
like a draining tub.
yeah.
the truth is a draining tub.
there! I quit!
to my little sister (my truth)
if everyone who loves me
everyone who held me, comforted me
has died
except you
i would stay for you
i would hold you, comfort you
i would endure such a world
to be there, to love you
i would do that for you.
i would stay.
(one day maybe i could do it for myself)
if you went to hell
and i went to heaven
and everyone i love went to heaven too
i would leave
i would spend an eternity burning
trade heaven for hell
just to be with you
even if i couldn’t touch you
hold you, comfort you
if you didn’t even know i was there
i would go in a heartbeat
it’s not a decision
not a good or kind choice
it’s the hook in my heart that pulls me
between you and the struggle
you and the suffering
you and the world
(even if it were a choice
i’d choose you over anything.)
if the world held nothing for me
except grief
and you
i would stay.
The Truth of A Lie.
Truth itself is relative.
Only told by those who live.
Truth for one is but a lie.
Leaving some to wonder why.
To the victor goes the spoil.
The defeated only foil.
After all they are who write.
History for which we fight.
There is always truth in lie.
Like the birds are in the sky.
Lie alone cannot exist.
Because from the truth they twist.
There is but one truth in life.
One that will lead to no strife.
Everything is but a lie.
How I know that makes you sigh.
Truth is not something that's said.
Or carried along the dead.
Truth is something that you find.
In the recess of your mind.
You will not find complete truth.
Sitting in a diner booth.
For that truth cannot be found.
Until we are heaven-bound.
Humans lie it's their essence.
They won't have acquiescence.
So you ask me what is truth?
Like there is such thing as sooth.
For there is no truth from lie.
Even as they wander by.
Truth is something that you chose.
Based on voices of those whose.
Are the loudest.
What is the Truth?
I think you have misspoke. Pontus Pilate actually said, “What is truth?” and that is altogether a different question. By adding the article, you've merely kicked the can down the road, so let me explain.
Aristotle held that, “ If I say a thing is such and such, and it is, I have spoken the truth.” Correct in its way but facile, so please now imagine a table. All tables have a similar form and function, features that Wittgenstein might call “tableness.” Some tables of course will have more of these features than others, or as he put it, “A robin is more of a bird than an ostrich.” I understand that both have feathers, but think about birds and you'll get what he means.
Language contains only labels, pointing towards certain objects about which we have some consensus. Think about it. Verbs describe actions and nouns are concepts, and dictionaries merely exist to record the current consensus on meaning.
So if you're not sure what a table might be, look in Websters and you'll find a definition, but what does that have to say about truth. As Nietzsche put it, all language is metaphor, its various meanings more or less shared between the people who currently speak it. How close that sharing depends on what noun is in play. We can agree about tables, but what about the abstract concepts like love or justice? Your truth is true just for you? Let's leave Aristotle and his facts, returning instead to Pilate and what is truth?
In the material universe, there can only be probability. As Hume so cleverly asked, “How do we know the Sun will rise tomorrow?” It has such an excellent record of coming up, we can have expectations about tomorrow. That makes for strong probability, but is that the same as truth? The universe could end overnight, and no more Sun tomorrow. Our so-called scientific laws are only mathematical models approximating real world behaviours, eith some more accurate than others. As Box so beautifully put it, “All models are wrong but some are useful.”
The same is true on any empiricism. There are for example facts in history. The French Revolution started in 1789. That is a fact in evidence and clearly true, but what was the meaning of the French Revolution? Now we're inot opinion.
The Greeks believed there were absolutes. Truth, goodness and beauty they called the transcendentals, perfected outside our universe with only types and shadows seen within our world. To understand what this means, I suggest you google Botticelli's Venus Arising and study her eyes close up. A Neo-Platonist, he set out to capture Absolute Beauty, and you will find he got very close, her eyes are drawing you with a sense of home and safety, of peace not as we describe it (the absence of conflict) but more like the Jewish word shalom.
Of course, if Jesus was the Son of God, then Pilate was badly mistaken. God, if He exists at all, must surely exist beyond (before) our universe where there can be no atrophy or decay, or how would He be an absolute God, and such a place, being perfect, would have to feature perfect truth, goodness and beauty. Christ, by coming from there to here, expresses Botticelli's intention, the Absolute coming through the curtain to enter our time limited and decaying world. The, as Jesus pointed out, you would have truth, though expressed as a person and not an idea.
If however there is no God, then there can be no truth, only probability and what we hope are good enough approximations to keep us going, decay and death the only remaining certainties.
I compute, therefore I am
The truth exists in Python, a computer programming language, or possibly C++. Why? Because my keyboard sings English and understands noir.
We are the truth. Every faulty move we make is a stroke on the never ending canvas of reality, paid for in full by some art museum in Manhattan. We are artists, adjusting our berets and using color in our art, language, mistakes.
We are the best there is. Why would we have been born if we couldn't hack it?
The truth? We weren't. It's random; a series of code on a computer designed for our fingers in just the right way that it looks like we've moving, when in fact we're all stagnant.
We are all trying, and for now, there is oxygen to support our myths.
1“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: No man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” John 14:6
no such thing
"WHAT IS THE TRUTH?" she screamed into the void.
No one answered.
Then a million voices pounded in her head, clamoring to be heard, until she screamed and screamed and screamed them away.
And she turned to the world, and opened her eyes, and started living her own life again.