I hear the sounds of youth up all night in the plaza
Under the sleepless eyes of the grandmothers on the Terrassa
In the streets of Gràcia and on the Ramblas
I see the searching eyes and youthful bodies pass
And my own vanished youth
Becomes my central truth
Though I no longer care
The truth is everywhere
That soon the world I love will no longer be anywhere

Like dust in the wind you’re gone forever 
You’re wind-blown leaves 
You’re a change in the weather

"King Arrested for Loitering, 1958", by Ronald Wimberly

People are crazy and times are strange 
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

Ronnie Spector, 1943 - 2022

I've been higher than the high Sierra 
Lower than Death Valley must be 
I've been right, mostly wrong 
Wrong about you, right about me 

I spent the current semester that is winding to an end with my students in two different courses studying the limitless ways in which human beings have used truths they claim to be in possession of—religious, political, what have you—to justify violence against and killing of fellow human beings who happen to embrace different and incompatible Truths—the capital “T” signifying something unchanging and absolute. The Crusades, various wars of religion, the Nazis—virtually any truth can be dressed up as a Truth, then used as a weapon of mass destruction. The best comment on this dynamic I ever read came from the author of a letter to the editor in the local newspaper a number of years ago: Pursue the truth, and run like hell from anyone who claims to have it.

The truth is something that we make. This is not a surprise, because as a matter of fact all ways of seeing reality are human constructions. Truth is not an exception. Everything we believe is a product of a complex filtering and organizing process through any number of filters, from genetic to experiential. Truth is a relative business—relative to each human being since each of our filters are uniquely ours. These filters change over time as each of us changes. Supposing truth to be something to be discovered and “owned” is not only a mistake, but is also damaging. As Christian Wiman writes, Nothing poisons truth so quickly as an assurance that one has found it.