It’s a big subject.
Truth:
To have the truth, you must foresake the truth.
To foresake the truth, you must have the truth.
Most men foresake the lessers only for the greaters.
Learning is progressive.
Truth is not needed for some things. For other things, it is needed.
Before I can do, I must know.
In a world of lies, integrated with pleasures and problems, I wanted honesty.
I realized later that to be honest, I cannot misjudge, which means I must understand.
I have come to believe that digested truth is understanding.
Deeper or wider understanding needs much more knowledge and experience.
The truth of ego and personal uniqueness – becomes the truth of ethical and existential ideals. Personalized truth is different then universal or global truth. This sort of truth can be summed up in a few words: “What I want.” The universe doesn’t usually tend to want exactly the same thing, though.
Universal truth already exists, or will exist at the predicted time. Universal truth is hardly human, and I do not expect for it to have a morality. Anything that ever happened, existed or will happen/exist – is a fragment of universal truth.
No matter what you say, think, feel or do, these are events within your body, and your body is within reality. Everything that happens – is true. When people search for truth, they often search for understanding. If people search for their own satisfaction, they try to find support for their own personal ideals and ethics. The seeker often forgets that he is truth, because he is forsaking the truth which appears slammer, for the sake of the truth which appears larger.
Therefor, truth is a competitive sport for man. It is possible to develop a greed or a lust for truth, in which great learning and much work is done. Because they are free to do so, some men will seek great truth, whilst others will seek great lies.
Seekers be 'ware; be careful and skillful with your hearts [because I think I love you]. It’s your life in your hands, and freedom can be dangerous.
If realms of infinite potentiality exist, then everything is true, but few things are useful to a man. Therefor he filters it out for his own good, because he is doing what he was meant to do. Everything which passes through his body is tainted by his uniqueness, kissed by his imperfection, and tucked into the bed of his unconscious memory.