Monday, July 10, 2006
Category: The Meaning of Life
Been using the truth a lot lately, in describing these simple lessons on the nature of things, so I thought . . . . . .
Seeing the truth, hearing the truth, being the truth, all for naught.
Is truth subjective? No.
Is truth conceptual? No.
Is truth something? Yes.
Is truth nothing? Yes.
So which is it? Both.
Think of truth as something physical and you will begin to get my drift.
If a monolithic wall of granite, say, is standing there, there it stands.
What I call it, or what you call it, or how we see, hear, feel, taste or sense doesn’t change the granite.
There it stands.
Just like the truth.
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna soft soap mother hubbard me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
John Lennon – Gimme Some Truth