Speculating about Truth
It is quite remarkable,
That some think they know the truth;
As if we could discern the real
Like the left from our right,
Or the night from the day.
It seems more like speculation,
A guess, even if based on strong evidence;
Even if one seems “sure”,
Still a guess, educated at best.
Even the left and right have a center,
The day and night, a twilight and dawn.
My left, your left,
Everything seems relative.
Absolute truth seems irrelevant in our relative world.
All I know is that I don’t know the truth,
Unless I know it and don’t know it;
At least I can speculate about truth,
And use the definition that fits the relative circumstances.
There are many definitions of truth,
here are but a few;
Truth is the corroboration of fact with the evidence;
Truth is how a who did what and why at a where and when;
Truth is the equal sign in E=mc2;
Truth is what is real here and now;
Truth is what we agree is true;
Truth is what we can prove as true.
Truth is the written word of God;
Truth is whatever we think is true;
Truth is nature’s way;
Truth is what is;
Truth is not definable into words;
Truth is unknowable;
So many definitions, the list goes on and on;
Like religion, some choose one definition and guard it as “the truth”;
Either they are all wrong, or one is right,
Or they are speculating about truth.