There is no such thing as Pure Truth.
There are half-truths, opinions and theories, little white lies, fibs and falsehoods.
All tinged with truth, shaded with it- saturated, sometimes, but never wholly pure.
Truth is fluid and changing, flexing itself around the circumstances and actions of those viewing it. It slides around corners, twisting itself into complicated knots; then suddenly unwinding into simplicity and clarity at the oddest moments.
But, never is there a pure and shining one and only Truth.
Opinion varies the hue of Truth, according to the person living in the moment of it.
Challenging to seek, impossible to hold onto, Truth squirms in the grasp of the Seeker, slipping from their grip, only to shine enticingly at them from behind the next tree, down at the end of the next forest path.
If only I could get to the Truth, you sigh and gaze longingly after its escape.
I’d be happy if I could just know the Truth.
But the Truth can be a hive of wasps for the Seeker. It stings and burns those who have not prepared, armored themselves against the possibility of pain. It scars, Truth does. Searing a path of light in its wake, it clears away all distraction, all the garbage we surround ourselves with in our daily lives.
It strips away the defenses and leaves you vulnerable and bare to its blazing light.
But it can also set you free.
As long as you don’t seek to keep it hostage.
Truth is subjective. Your Truth and mine are not alike, possibly wouldn’t be friends, maybe wouldn’t even notice each other in passing or lift a hand in hello.
If you seek Truth, keep this in mind.
Truth is never pure.
It may cause you pain.
But along the way, if you let it…
It can set you free.