Why is it that the simple truth evades us like the shy fish in the pond who only reveals itself for that instantaneous bite at the surface? What does truth mean that we cannot face it?
I think to some of the most fundamental aspects of the animal world. Deception, trickery, and manipulation. If one is familiar with Shakespeare, then think of Puck - he was a character straight from nature.
The predator must attack without being seen too quickly. The prey must perform every trick it can to hide itself or it will be consumed. The lover must act and perform in a way to attract its mate (requiring various forms of the above mentioned tools).
Truth's supreme avoidance of us, as paradoxical as it sounds, seems to be one of our sharpest tools. In many, if not most, cases, the absence of truth can benefit us. Here's the rub, though: when we finally need the truth (when the truth becomes paramount for our own sustenance), it still remains just as elusive as before.
The irony of this post is its vagueness and thus avoidance of real truth. I do not give you any examples from my own life; I rarely write those things here. In a way this has become my only autobiography. And as with most things, what it fails to say is just as important as, if not more important than, what it says.
3 comments:
I guess I was really trying to talk about the elusiveness of honesty...
elusiveness of another, since honesty doesnt have a lot to do with a unidimensional framework?
honesty with oneself?
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