The truth is like a blanket spread
Over life, allowing just a glimpse of light
Through its weave, a sparkling.
The brightest bits will always make it through
But angles make it hard to see
Whose view is best, whose sight is right,
And what if that means we are all
Seeing something truthful from
Our spot beneath the covers here,
Let us just agree with them,
With each other, make our peace.
I was listening to an audiobook today and the author said that really everyone agrees. Even when people are at opposing ends of an argument agree on the facts, they just prioritize the ones that mean the most to them.
I really liked that idea that nobody is telling lies, they are just viewing the world from their little corner. And in their little corner, things are a bit strange, but they can back it up with facts if you pushed them.
And I guess that is so true. The world is so vast and we don’t even understand what our individual brains do and why we feel things the way we do and what consciousness is.
I like the idea that there are lots of different truths and they all run simultaneously. I also like to think that the real ‘truth’ will be revealed to us when we die. At that point we will say ‘oooh, now I get it’, and all those things that we spent hours worrying over will seem so insignificant.
That kind of helps me through when life seems a bit heavy. I just thought it might help you.