I've said that truth is a slippery thing. Postmodernists have a curious notion that you can have your own truth. Jesus said he was the truth and the way. Pontius Pilate said "What is truth?"
John Keat's poem said:
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is allCan you know truth when you hear it or see it? Can you trust yourself to perceive it when the time comes?
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
Maybe the truth is this: don't contemplate your navel for too long.
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