Communicating Truth
It’s ironic how truth operates. When one has no clue what it is or how to find it, there seems to be no trouble telling great tales of false notions so firmly believed. Then, as truth is approached more closely, suddenly the ability to speak about it seems to disappear completely. There comes a realization that there is no way to state the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and one must be satisfied at best to point in its general direction. Even then there is a certainty that some, if not most, will misinterpret what is said. It has to be this way.
Fortunately, with this realization comes the knowledge that all is well and as it should be. The compulsion to be heard is so closely aligned with untruth, that it is likely impossible to have one without the other. And so one is content to speak only when spoken to, and to allow the quest for truth drive the need to communicate it. No quest, no communication.
And so it appears that there is nothing left to say, at least for now. It’s not so much that the end of the path has been reached as the path has dwindled into nothing. There is surely somewhere to go from here, but there is no idea as to where. And “I” am no longer the guide on this journey. Okay, so I never was the guide, but I did believe I was.
Therefore the future is now left in the capable hands of the universe. If questions come to “me” to be answered, I may answer, if so compelled. No promises. But you, dear reader, are certainly welcome to ask if you have any that surely need answering. From where the answers may come, I cannot say.
Perhaps without prompting something will arise spontaneously that wants to be written, but I wouldn’t count on it. I used to wonder when the sages that I knew would say that nothing in their interactions was as important as the questions being asked. Now I understand. To reveal itself as any kind of manifestation, the truth needs to be sought in earnest. Otherwise, it simply rests as it is.