Truth

Sometimes I think people (we) would rather live in ignorance than know the truth. The truth that underlies this thing we call reality. Things we can’t see. Things that only some can see. But there are universal truths. Or are there? What is truth? Something we see? In that case, I propose that there are many things that we cannot see with our everyday eyes, through the lenses of this agreed-upon collective realm, reality. And anyone who has seen more than what’s on the surface can tell you one of those universal truths that exist is that all of us, every human on this earth, has the ability to do more and see more. As simple as it sounds, all one must do is look without looking for anything, then they will begin to see.

I speak of one true reality. Things that are actually there but not everybody can see them. One example I can pull from my own life is the seeing of what must be photons, those little packets of light that Einstein described that make up a fuller more visible light such as a more panoramic shower encompassing the land. My children see them too. We’ve just been talking about them over the past couple years. I’ve spoke to a poet or two that attest that they have experienced the same phenomenon as well.

I thought about trying to draw one of the packets

But it’s nearly impossible. The packets that I have observed are made up of tiny light mushrooms with their heads being small and containing the bulk of the light being pushed forward by a short-lived tail. One could even liken them to microscopic worms that are somehow made visible by the sun’s intensity to certain people for certain unknown reasons. They pop into and out of existence so fast and frequently that drawing a depiction of what the eyes and the mind actually do see, could pose difficult.

But it would be worth the effort.

Let’s talk about other truths. Truths that are discovered but never found, like black feathers upon the dry ground, lifted and taken without a single sound.

Someone once told me that the truth was nothing more than the most popularly-believed lie. This, too, could be true. This truth of lies can be found in the political machine designed to crush the lives of the heard, bone by bone leaving the indentions of the innocent behind..

Truth. Let’s talk Plato. He certainly believed that the world we see is not all that there is. We are oblivious to truth, Plato might say. Or at least I would imagine him saying that. I said it. How’s that? Anyway. Truth.

Many things that contain truth are built upon and are held up by the beautiful and wise ideas of the past.


Christianity. If Platonism were to be removed from it, would it still stand? The answer to that question is no. St. Augustine believed that Platonism prepared him in thought to discover realizations while studying scripture. Because of, in essence, Plato’s ideas, that were used by St. Augustine in his biblical interpretations, and, thus in his influential philosophies, Christianity (as it is commonly thought of) would indeed crumble if Platonism were somehow extracted, making it too weak to stand with so many pieces missing.



Dualism: Plato’s theory of the forms, a realm of beauty, perfection, and true knowledge, rather than the world of sensory experience. In such a higher realm it is not difficult to place the concepts of God and heaven, and rationalize them (with faith). What Plato called the highest of the Forms, the Good, Plotinus would call god. Although this god he referred to was not the God of the Christian faith, (I feel) it was important (for Augustine) in transferring Platonistic ideas into Christian Doctrine. Of course, he excluded other aspects of Platonism that did not coincide with his faith. The ex nihilo theory, for example, contradicts the seemingly most practical of all practical thoughts, one that Plato would have definitely agreed with, that creating something from nothing is impossible. Or is it? You tell me.

What about quantum physics. Atoms can be in more than one place at a time. This implies other dimensions. Multiple realities, other possible outcomes. I thought about these other dimensions and multiple realities for years but quantum physics gives me scientific evidence to examine.

But the fundamental question still stands. What is true? What we touch. What we feel. Who we love.

Is truth relevant? Or does it bubble up in hot magma deep within the center of the earth? Or some far off universe we will never know the name of.

I’ve written so many pieces that they sort of, well, they sort of flutter around the house like something that flutters from hand to pile to stack to folder to box and back to stack and off to flutter again. Literally hundreds have made their way into the mouth of no return, moth eater, something that flutters eater. Never to be seen or heard from again. No post cards from exotic beaches. Gone. Here’s some stuff that fluttered into my hands, and I just couldn’t let it go. I don’t know why and I don’t know when I wrote this. I’m not sure if it matters. But here it is.




Birds of a Feather


their black beaks
dipping in and out
of sorrow

their feet stick
in the dank mud

they gather here
to drink from
a lake of tears
their feathers
painted with pain
their dreams

stranded at
the bottom
of the lake

waiting to be
broke free
again to breathe
rising to
the surface









Some men would look at my life and say that “ he has nothing.”

But I have multitudes beyond
what are reachable for them.

I have sat atop the mountain
in which they were afraid to climb,
swam the river that they not dare
wade one foot in, taken the lover
whom they were afraid to talk to.

I have cried when they could not
show their faces and understood why
they themselves could not cry.

I have loved that person who
did not deserve
to be loved.


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