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Something to that effect has been said. I have to challenge a predominating point of view to even think of that as being true. Truth can be institutionally hidden from view. In my life; challenging what I was raised to believe was off the boards, until one of them hit me in the face metaphorically speaking.
Well then. Suddenly truth seems different than what was believed. You thought what you believed was true. Now you are on your own. It was so easy to just be conservative, to just trust what you were told, perhaps what parent and preacher had professed as beyond question. Much less daunting than the apparent free for all of existentialism.
The competitive press seems addicted to never getting to the true heart of matters, the resulting insecurity focus is addictions best friend. I would like you to know that you were born with the truth and into it. Now it is up to each of us to find our ways back. In that sense truth is relative and cannot be known in the sense of imposing it on others. I can say that water boils at a certain temperature, period. But am I clear of connecting factors; is something in solution in the water and by the way what barometric pressure did you imply in your temperature number? And then what unknown unknowns are not known? Who knows? Claims to truth need to be both tempered, and left with an open view into the blackness.
Well, your atoms and molecules at least are on a mission. Life is asking you to stand up in your own integrity and figure the truth given right to you by it. Or do you believe the universe is actively trying to keep you in the dark? Rose, or myopic, or arrogantly elitist glasses might need be broken under your own foot to stand up to what life ask of you. This takes courage and strength, and something as a higher purpose. I will admit, I am not always up to this task myself. There is no fault in humility that still seeks to find self honesty. Without a sacred center (your vision of highest value, possibly beyond words to express), I can be irrationally lost in a cosmos of connection.
WE are both victim and hero in this regard; our hearts have been hurt likely along the way, we are protective and defensive of these wounds, with what seems like a pragmatic sense of separation from the full connections to others. Yet since whole truth is all inclusive, (such as including science and religion as part of one great thing,) we must somehow, and seek out those ways how to, bridge one heart to another.
Now let me posit an observation for you to put up my last statement; how much of the news is presented as a means to unconditional understanding? Is not much of it terror based; fires, accidents, criminals, terrorist, fear of terrorist, unsolvable need or threat? So much of what life offers to us all, while we stare at fears narrowly focused hourglass, is passing under the bridge in torrents of meaning. The sun, the grass and trees, a cloud, a fish and even the night stars; they too are you. How distant are they?