Friday 9 August 2013

Truth, that old chestnut

Truth?
What is Truth?


I am quite terrified of truth.
It is ammunition for judgement.
To 'speak the truth in love' is not akin to 'tough love'.



It does not matter how beautiful or convincing a truth may be.
Truth, without love, real concern for the other's sense of worth, is the most perverse blasphemy.


So, what is truth?

Truth is the action of making love present.
Truth is compassion and empathy.
Truth is sharing, without judgement, that which you find delightful.
Truth is no excuse for an attitude of superiority over 'falsehood'.
Truth welcomes discussion, especially of the difficult, disagreeable sort.
Truth embraces all, it excludes none.


Truth is no bully.