Reorienting on Truth

Reorienting on Truth

I just don’t like claims about Truth (big T) because they seem so often to be oppressive and inaccurate and arrogant – and they try to encompass too much while they’re carving things up. Truths (small t) are more humble and gracious and approachable, as I think humans ought to be toward what can only be pointed to and not possessed. Maybe the problem is more than just that we seem to want Truth to be about facticity and controls (and less about openness and infinity).

Truth is composed, inherently, of veils and unveiling, covering and discovering and uncovering – layers and shapes unending. Sometimes I think that Truth is like a lover. One that I have only just begun to know (and may never reach, watching him float always away over a sea of projections and fantasy and fears and habits and all the rest). The lover is on the other side of it all – almost close enough – but always ghostly, beckoning, like a Muse. The lover is the impossible depth (or height) – what can’t be divided, the path of Xeno’s arrow. The metaphor of the lover has helped me a lot over the years, but it is kind of… well.. loaded.

Is there another way to explore this – for me, from my own experience and insights, and not only just through traditions and religions and philosophy?

What is there that reorients and attunes?

My experiential brushes with Truth have some commonalities among them, after all.

Calm. Truth is complex and fractal and mysterious… but calm.

Time slows way down – but does not completely stop – in those truth-y peak moments. Truth is a kind of almost-pause – but there is time, time to think and feel and reach out or close in.

I used to think that slo-mo was just a filmic effect. Maybe it is, and we’ve all just trained ourselves to experience the world we navigate as though it were a movie.

There is a kind of pause –
the momentous
before the moment
in which further movement can occur
or is either real or possible.

Before the iterative patterning.
Before the fallback of the pendulum.
Before the flash of the lake freezing.
Before the car crashes.
Before you’ve leaped.
Before the roller coaster lets – go.

The skipped heartbeat before the longed-for kiss.
The silence about to be broken.

Whether it’s with anticipation, relish, dread –
With clairvoyant foreknowledge or with the beauty of uncertainty –
There is – there – no escape from the movement in and through
a blur, a pivot point, the counterpoise, the attractor.

Dive, run, fight, observe – it doesn’t matter so much
– all the responses come later
and break that eternal shard.
What can’t yet be articulated, categorized
and what is also inevitable –
shimmers, slows, lingers – heavy.
Stops the breath.

People have compared the moment of orgasm
to the moment of death for centuries,
but maybe it’s that nanosecond before either one
that resonates and rings through eternity –
and ties them together somehow.

The moment of being-destroyed / being-created
When everything is possible, and yet only one thing inevitable
And for just that almost-blink, you can’t discern the difference.
But you know you will – and soon.

For a sliver of time (because there is still time, and space enough)
there is still – at once – no time
And it’s filled with a calm and shimmer
that overlays even the strongest of emotions.

And maybe, that’s something like Truth:

Complex, and simple – like death, like loving.


3 thoughts on “Reorienting on Truth

  1. Truth is more certain than love. There is nothing ambiguous or subjective about it. Truth doesn’t rely on appearance either.

    I don’t think it’s complex or mysterious. Either it’s true or it isn’t.

    Death is a truth, yes.

    Thought-provoking post, thank you.

    Michaels last blog post..Nostalgic for Kalgoorlie

  2. I’m inclined to agree with Michael. There is no “your” truth and no “my” truth. We can, and do, talk ourselves into believing otherwise, but the hard ground of what is real doesn’t ever soften up any.

    Some of us will spend a lifetime seeking the truth, even if it is detrimental to what we cherish. Some of us will be satisfied with whatever pablum someone feeds us. Me, I love to know what the deal is, even if I hate the answer. It makes dealing with things a lot easier.

  3. It sounds to me like you are both talking about empirical truth, truth on the human scale within our boundaries of space and time. And I agree.

    But I’m talking about brushes with capital-T Truth, the kind that is almost impossible to articulate, experience, or communicate to others because it does not depend whatsoever on human perception or human logic or human language or categories – the kind of Truth that has been sought for eons, the kind of Truth that you can point to but never possess.

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