Truth. Such a big word, isn’t it? We claim it, clamor after it, say we deserve it.
Mark Twain told us that truth is “stranger than fiction,” Shakespeare pointed out that “Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.” Truth is all tied up in morality and philosophy and the future and the past and sometimes it’s more than we can bear and sometimes we just prefer our own version of it.
Emily Dickinson urges
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
Those last lines gets me — every time. Truth dazzles. It enlightens. Truth reveals. Sometimes, it does feel as if we might not be able to handle it because, if the Truth ‘sets us free,’ then it is indeed something to be reckoned with. And, ‘at the end of our reckoning,’ ‘blinded by the Light,’ we can be set free. Ohhhhhh…