What if contained within the truth that sets us free, there is a need for us to acknowledge that our ability to possess the truth absolutely isn't even possible and due to my limited vision some of what I believe to be truth more than likely isn't? And instead, truth is more about TRUTH having grabbed hold of us, and that reality begins to produce in us, rest and peace and the ability to love?
For how long have there been people screaming "Just give me the truth"? Or even worse...."I/we have the absolute truth"!!!!!! You don't have to study much of human history to see that the most destructive moments in history have been led by people claiming such a thing. Here's how one of my favorite authors says it. "We have seen the horror that has resulted in the course of our history every time a person or group has claimed to express truth in its entirety, believing their word to be identical with the truth, or that truth could not be "elsewhere" or "other." This attitude has given legitimacy to all dictatorships, oppressions, falsehoods, and massacres."
Maybe the way we have been going after "truth" just keeps people all agitated and on an adventure in missing the point? The more Solomon learned the less he said he knew and the more frustrated he became until he saw the pursuit as vanity. Think about it. In this complicated convoluted activity we humans call communication, is it even possible to put together out of all the things that are going on, something that is truth...that is, truth as we define it? Or at best is it just a collection of what we each perceive from what we think we have seen or from what we have been told?
The quote above about the dangers of approaching truth in this way is then followed by this. "One person's word against another's is the only possible fragile pointer to truth, like a compass quivering in its case. And quite apart from human pretension to have a proud, exclusive corner on truth, even if we could seize truth as it is and transmit it without wasting any of it and without confusion, truth would crush us of its own weight and prevent us from living. In order to live, we need truth to be expressed by the most fragile agent, so that the listener remains free. The uneasiness which enables us to keep going involves knowing that we will never be able to grasp truth in its entirety, or be able to bring our adventure to a close by identifying our life with truth." This humility might just help us when it comes to living with one another....until that day when we see in full.
You would think with all the effort that has been made by countless people through the ages to find truth through the activity of "fact finding", humanity would be in a better place today. But such does not seem to be the case? Maybe reality is that truth exists on a completely different plane and we have confused truth with the accumulation of accurate facts and the two are not even close to being the same thing?
Maybe truth is more about faith. And faith is more about listening and picking up signs so that we can love...not based on what we think about someone and what they believe but instead based upon the truth that someone loved us/loves us even while we are saying and believing all kinds of crazy stuff?