Stockton Files #2: Truth Moves as Air Does
Truth is not material but vibrational. It is quite possible that truth travels the same way as air does. Like air, we cannot live without the truth even though we often are oblivious to the immense essence of both air and truth. Truth moves us in the most mysterious ways like air does. Can you visualize what we would look like if we did not need to breathe air?
We would probably be angularly one-dimensional. If you will think about it, air has plenty to do with shaping the physique of a physical being. Truth, like air, is the main ingredient of life. Like truth, air is unseen. If we did not have truth, the sources of our creativity would be rather limited. Ideas of freedom would be scarce. Truth is known as the greatest mystery that has ever existed. Truth is also infinite in that it is the root to all questions. Questions promote creativity. Still, no one can answer what the absolute truth is. Many great thinkers or better, philosophers grapple at wording the great mystery of truth. They often chalk it up as, “simply innate.”
Words are rather vibrational but become concrete as they are written and typed. Words may occasionally ease the transcendent ideas of truth into a comprehensible form. Still, they do not possess the ultimate definition of truth. Metaphors are possibly the form of wording that come the closest to the unattainable precision of truth. The notion of a metaphor is that a meaning is conveyed but not in a strictly literal sense. Here is a conceptual one. Truth and word fall on the same side of the magnet. There is no meeting between truth and word in the necessary sense for truth to be wholly conveyed in a linguistic sense. Word came out of truth. So, truth is always a step ahead of the word. As one would be born into this world, one would be freshly incarnated into this seemingly physical reality. Like the baby in the womb, truth is behind the curtain of reality. Present but not fully present because it is unseen, the baby is not fully known until it is completely out of the birth canal. The difference with truth is that it never reveals itself physically. It is no more than a bubble of mystery. If there was no substance of truth, there would not be any chain of relativity in nature. Things would be jagged, perpendicular, and finite. Words may smooth out the jagged edges and soften the burden of language’s finite reality but truth is always a step ahead.
Socrates heavily relied on his faith in the book of Meno. His faith was that he knew he knew nothing. His faith was also the confidence he had in the existence of soul. “As the soul is immortal, has been born often and has seen all things here and in the underworld, there is nothing which it has not learned; so it is in no way surprising that it can recollect the things it knew before, both about virtue and other things.”, Plato, Meno, p. 31. There he described a big idea which pursued the search for truth yet his words did not say the idea of truth itself. Like a chase, one would be running towards a certain destination but the destination is still afar yet you are approaching it. Anyhow, a few words did vividly suggest the idea and they were “soul”, “immortal”, “virtue”. Notice how these words are invisible in the physical realm. Invisible, I mean, is the lack of absolute proof of what they really are. The closest thing we understand a soul to be is the most vulnerable yet the strongest, possibly the most invincible component of a being. Immortal is what we scratch up to be as the opposite of mortal. Virtue is no more than a twirling cloud in our consciousness. The most concrete meaning we can give virtue is goodness but the depth of virtue goes beyond goodness. Here I ascribe an understanding that those words connect to the notion of truth without granting a direct link to it.
“The letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life.”2, Augustine, p.135. This describes an understanding that words will always evoke doubt. There is never absolute confidence that words will give way to the utter truth considering the truth of all life and miracles. As long as we understand that we use words because we are conditioned to do so, words just might be one of the greatest disgraces in disguise. They may be a deceptive ground for what we seek for; the truth. In fewer words, there may be no obtainment of truth whatsoever through words.
Nature is the greatest visible ally of truth. For all the dirt we can get under our nails, we can only gnaw at the seemingly firmly woven relatedness of dirt and grass. Science will tell us how their physical properties connect. However, there is no complete answer to why nature brought dirt and grass to be neighbors or why they are commonly greenish and brownish. “It must certainly be allowed, that nature has kept us at a great distance from all her secrets, and has afforded us only the knowledge of a few superficial qualities of objects; while she conceals from us those powers and principles, on which the influence of these objects entirely depends.”, Hume, An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, Section 4, p. 253. Hume, having been an empiricist, still knew truth was light-years ahead of him. A proposal as to why it may be that there is no word intrinsic enough to embody the wholeness of truth.
Truth is described as the universal energy of the Supreme Being by Hume in one of his books. In one of his sections, I strongly related to how Hume interpreted the truth as a mentally impossible idea to wholly grasp. “First, It seems to me, that this theory of the universal energy and operation of the Supreme Being, is too bold ever to carry conviction with it to a man, sufficiently apprized of the weakness of human reason, and the narrow limits, to which it is confined in all its operations. Though the chains of arguments, which conduct to it, were ever so logical, there must arise a strong suspicion, if not an absolute assurance, that it has carried us quite beyond the reach of our faculties, when it leads to conclusions so extraordinary, and so remote from common life and experience.” Hume, p.278.
Truth is truth for the sake of it being true. There is no more proof than that. There is no solid embodiment for where truth originated or what it is really made of. Now we can only possess truth by conveying our feelings into words. It is no more than a feeling that tells us that we are telling the truth. The inner assertive nod tells us that we are telling the truth and that is the only way we know truth exists apart from the opposing feeling when we tell a lie. Words are only shells of what moves us inside. “All we can be sure of is the nature of the “appearances.”, Carneades, p.259. Hence, a word is never true. All a word is a bundle of syllables; a sound, no more or less. We have been conditioned enough to derive meanings from those combined sounds. In its truest sense, word is only a compilation of sounds. It may be a sensible irony that we have a word for truth itself. After all, there are so many ironies in the world as we know it. Some ironies give us such solace, so much comfort that we go on living comfortably sane. Take the solidification of words as an instance. Comfort by words happens through the assertion of fleeting words. How can fleeting be comforting? Another irony may be whether thoughts are made of feelings or made of words. Some say feelings translate into thoughts and then travel outward as words. Still, there is too thick a veil between unabashed feelings and translated feelings. Feelings remain pure and words will always nullify the purity even when worthy notions seem to be delivered. So, words are only the other end of feelings. After all, sometimes travelers get lost between point A and point B. For the matter of discreet and blaring ironies, I sum them up as the walking ironies. The walking ironies, I say, because you can never seem to catch them in action. You only grasp a little bit after you have experienced it. That could be a metaphor for truth. You can only experience it.
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