Sunday, March 15, 2009
The truths I hold as self-evident, might not be!
Looks like the daffodil on the right is whispering a secret to the one on the left.
Yesterday during a walk in the rain, it came to me that the idea of truth (always something I struggle with, at least the idea of an absolute, irrefutable truth) is perhaps never useful. I'm contemplating the idea that every one of my truths is nothing more than a story I've told myself so often, I can't imagine any other scenario. The groove of a story, told and retold, becomes engraved in my neural network. Next thing you know? I'm calling my story "the truth." I think this is one of the foundational strategies in advertising.
It's not unusual for my "truths" - even those that I've told myself a million times - to become completely "untrue," sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes in the blink of an eye. In the midst of a heated discussion, a good friend will say just the perfect thing, articulated just so. That exchange sparks a revolution among my synapses that peels away a layer of world view, revealing a previously unseen "reality." Has that ever happened to you?
At other times my truths are undone by study and reading. Sometimes all I have to do is get really quiet and listen to the small voice of wisdom I don't usually hear in the midst my noisy, busy, distracting life. The value of a long walk in the rain can not be overstated.
In an instant, a new vision of the world can arise. If there is such a thing as "the truth," how can it be unwound so quickly, so completely? I've always thought of truth as being some kind of eternal reality. But that's just a story, too.