Truth is that which accords with reality. Those who claim there is no such thing as truth, or that there is only “my truth and your truth” do so because the truth doesn’t work for them. If the truth won’t advance one’s goals or if the truth hurts, then one might not seek the truth and instead seek ways to avoid it. Knowing there is an objective truth that ultimately cannot be avoided, whether we know it or not, is the beginning of wisdom.
Truth is usually the first casualty in demonstrations and protests, such as in Ferguson, Missouri. Truth may eventually emerge: Officer Darren Wilson suffered “orbital blowout fracture to eye socket” during Michael Brown attack and More than a dozen witness say Brown attacked officer.
Robert Frost described a poem as beginning in delight and ending in wisdom. A poem, at least a good one, is then a quest for truth. This short one seems to fit Frost’s definition nicely:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.