What is Truth?

One can say, and so very appropriately, that there are only truths, no Truth. The other way of looking the same is that there is a Truth - The Truth - which encompasses all: things, beings, phenomena, nothings, nonexistent, and noumena. It is perfectly absolute in this way. 

This Truth, nonetheless, is fathomless to mean anything. Yet, at another level, there is the Truth of humankind, an imagined pivot of everything which holds and sustains what concerns them and that it does most appropriately. It is this abstraction, which gives meaning to all human phenomena. 

This Truth is our existential touchstone. In that sense, it is absolute though its cognition is relative. It informs all human beings and leads all to decide on truthfulness in their respective milieu. 

At the very practical level, truth is what one gets to know first-hand and chooses to stand with what one knows. 

At a higher level, truthfulness is about being conscious of the possibility of deception in perception and projections as well. 

Niraj Kumar Jha 

The discovery of light

The discovery of light is a very personal endeavour and experience. The true discoverers do not narrate the light; they only express the hope that others can experience it.

 
Niraj Kumar Jha

A Proposition

The truths we may know.
The Truth is not knowledge.
It’s only an unending quest.
It’s in the quest, one sheds his ego.
Yet, he doesn’t know; he cannot know.
But at sometime in his unceasing quest
he becomes love,
And becomes the Truth himself.

Niraj Kumar Jha

If You Are Truthful

If you are truthful,
You belong to none,
But to yourself.
This is an age
When deceit is the character.
That's natural to most of them.
People don't see people,
Who may be truthful,
With suspicion.
They are dead sure of
Their wickedness.
For most of them
Anything animate or inanimate
Is a matter for use.
Exhausted of usability
A person becomes a pariah
Instantly.
If you are humane,
That's an added liability.
People enjoy finding
A soft target,
With whom
They can let loose
Their all lust and wickedness,
And the venom
To test its effect
As they sense the obvious impunity.
Self-respect is a baggage,
Which hardly one can carry.
Be haughty or submissive
As the occasion demands,
This is how people live.
You can't afford dignity,
In times, when nothing attracts more derision
Than this stupid thing.
If you are incorrigibly truthful,
And also humane,
And have self-respect,
Do imbibe some vileness,
To dilute all these.
Otherwise like pure gold,
You are going to vanish,
By rubbing around with
Rugged and rough objects.