What is the "truth" of a person's life? There is so much clutter, so much hyperbole, so much confusion -- in every story, every incident, every memory recreated -- that truth becomes near-impossible to find. Because of our fallibility -- our sloppiness -- our lack of mechanical rigor in our memories and recreations; we must always assume that we are probably wrong about them -- either in a minor way, a major way, or both.
Truth is an absolute in some people's minds. It is unvarying and unforgiving to those who don't honor it. But I don't believe that. Truth for me is the varying, the changes, the differences -- but also the "kernel' of the experience. The essence and its existence at the same time.
There is always a flap in philosophy about the "essence" and its practical "existence" being two differing versions of a thing. But for me they are the same. The existence is the essence; the essence is and must be its existence. Neither completes the other; but each totally confines the other.
No comments:
Post a Comment