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). <\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
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?<\/p>\n
What is there that reorients and attunes? <\/p>\n
My experiential brushes with Truth have some commonalities among them, after all. <\/p>\n
Calm. Truth is complex and fractal and mysterious… but calm.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
There is a kind of pause –
\n the momentous
\n pre-moment
\n before the moment
\n in which further movement can occur
\n or is either real or possible.<\/p>\n
Before the iterative patterning.
\nBefore the fallback of the pendulum.
\nBefore the flash of the lake freezing.
\nBefore the car crashes.
\nBefore you’ve leaped.
\nBefore the roller coaster lets – go.<\/p>\n
The skipped heartbeat before the longed-for kiss.
\n The silence about to be broken.<\/p>\n
Whether it’s with anticipation, relish, dread –
\nWith clairvoyant foreknowledge or with the beauty of uncertainty –
\nThere is – there – no escape from the movement in and through
\na blur, a pivot point, the counterpoise, the attractor.<\/p>\n
Dive, run, fight, observe – it doesn’t matter so much
\n – all the responses come later
\nand break that eternal shard.
\nWhat can’t yet be articulated, categorized
\n and what is also inevitable –
\nshimmers, slows, lingers – heavy.
\nStops the breath.<\/p>\n
People have compared the moment of orgasm
\nto the moment of death for centuries,
\nbut maybe it’s that nanosecond before either one
\nthat resonates and rings through eternity –
\nand ties them together somehow.<\/p>\n
The moment of being-destroyed \/ being-created
\nWhen everything is possible, and yet only one thing inevitable
\nAnd for just that almost-blink, you can’t discern the difference.
\nBut you know you will – and soon.<\/p>\n
For a sliver of time (because there is still time, and space enough)
\n there is still – at once – no time
\nAnd it’s filled with a calm and shimmer
\nthat overlays even the strongest of emotions.<\/p>\n
And maybe, that’s something like Truth:<\/p>\n
Complex, and simple – like death, like loving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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…<\/p>\n