easily as some
that beauty is truth
and this the sum of all
we may [or need] to know…
but the truth – the irrefutable
truth of a nice equation –
an exact expression of a mathematical truth –
is seen as beautiful by one who understands it…
truths are subject to histories, environments
but The Truth is always self-evident and cannot
be sanely disputed. It is not true that the sun
rises in the east…but it is true that it is seen
everywhere on earth to do so.
and here, mon amour, my belovèd, is a morsel
easier to digest in English than in French –
so reluctant to send its nouns out in the world
without their headgear, uncapped in their article,
as in La Vérité – but truth is not The Truth, now is it.
Naked, it is truth as value
rather than some fact or other.
In fact, even lies may have value – be valued –
as truth once they are enthroned, crowned in that name.
[Indeed we are surrounded – suffocated – by the same.]
All cultures value truth although
their purported truths may differ
to the point of being radically at odds
with one another. This may be
what the rebel heretic Nazarene
was trying to explain when he claimed
his father’s house had many mansions.
[I was not there to ask the jew what he meant.]
Hinduism does not need to say this
in words or symbollic phrases as it embraces –
the concept – embodies it even – in its myriad dieties.
In sum, The Absolute Truth does not exist…
except as a universal human craving for something of value.
If only men could see this very evident and obvious truth
instead of destroying themselves and each other
for fictions their forefathers created – that the unscrupulous
manipulate in order to dominate and that the fearful
and ignorant accept as fate…lies that have no intrinsic value
but that masquerade in the name of truth.
[truth is probably not the ultimate human value either. I’d say other top candidates are love and life itself. What is important, I believe, is the idea that we all crave something of value. Even atheists]