The Truth

On Friday we heard the Dalai Lama speak, and as I recall just now--my notes are still undeciphered--he said what he believes in is the truth. And this is also what I believe in. Certainly, truth is always relative, because my perception is unstable and very relative. Also what is true, that is, what precisely exists in this very moment, is not subject or immune to the passing of time as we expect it to be. It becomes old truth very quickly. Instantaneously. Although my perception changes in the blink of the eye, the shell or materiality form--usually words--taken by the true perception takes more time to change, and is easier to accept as still true.

And certainly, truth is not only relative as it moves closer and further from its source, but it is my own truth, that is, some fact that I have verified by observation, experience, and pondering. More and more often, in living my life, I am trying to discover what is true. From moment to moment. Big truth, little truth, in between, no longer wanting to drift from one of meaning's empty shells to another. Truth in deed and truth in depth sets me free. How it can unite me with others is another question. This is where I must rely not only on my own experience but on principle, a teaching.